38.
"So, tomorrow at seven I'll pick you up," Edward says while I open my front door. I try to smile, and it looks like I succeeded when Edward smiles back. For a couple of seconds my mind goes blank at its beauty. I've never seen someone as handsome as Edward, no one comes close.
Of course, I don't remember who I've met in the past couple of years. I could've met more handsome people, but right now I wouldn't know. I feel my smile fall from my face at those thoughts.
I feel a hand under my chin. "Are you okay?" Edward asks, his eyes locking on mine.
I nod. "I'm just sad and confused about not remembering stuff. I can go into my kitchen now and not know where to find anything. I can't live a normal life right now, because I don't remember. I could run into the person who's been my partner for years tomorrow and I wouldn't know it. Or an ex-boyfriend! That's even worse!" I laugh, but it's bitter. I am having troubles feeling happy right now.
I'm surprised once again by Edward when he wraps his arms around me.
"You'll be alright," he says.
When I close my eyes and inhale his scent, I feel that I just might be alright indeed.