Chapter 8

Jason had spent one month searching for Cirra or Sam or whatever her name was. After some time, he had lost hope but he refused to give up. This has turned into nights, nights into days, but still no sight of the redhaired woman he had met. He wondered as to where she had disappeared, but an instinct of his told him she will come back to him.

At the moment Jason Morgan was sipping his morning coffee when he heard a knock on to the door. As soon as he opened it, he saw her face but it was not the same face he had seen a month ago. This phase was of the woman he had loved, the woman he had lost. Her eyes were back to normal no longer lifted and looking catlike. Her hair was black rather did her usual red. She cried as she looked at him, into his eyes. And he just outreached his arms to grab her. At the moment he knew he loved her.

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I didn't know why, but I was crying like a little baby. I should have been happy to know who I was but to see his face and the damage I had put him through has sat in me more than I had expected it to.

"It's me," I said. I wrapped in my arms around him and held them as tight as I could, for now I did not want to lose him again. "It's been me all along," I said.

"I know," he said. "But how did you find out?"

"After I ran away." I wiped a tear away from my eyes, "After I ran away," I said again. " I went to the hospital where I was found."

He was cradling me in his hands and the warmth of his body reminded me of his warm caress. I wanted to give in to him, I wanted to get back to what we had before, but this was where the hesitation came in. I was no longer the same woman he has lost.

"Talk to me," he said as he cradled my chin in his strong hand.

My sad eyes glanced at him, the blue intensity of his own eyes. "At the hospital," I stuttered. "At the hospital, they gave me a number to a plastic surgeon's office. That doctor had worked on me before. He remembered me," I cried out, "he remembered me and he showed me pictures of what I looked like. It was terrifying, my face was all distorted and bloody. He told me what I would've looked like if he wouldn't have made the changes, and he told me why he made the changes."

His arms traveled to my lower back holding me securely as I weep in his arms. This was becoming way too hard to say.

But I had to say it. Slowly, I lifted my eyes up to his. Slowly, I parted my lips and they trembled. I stuttered, "Some of the skin on my face had been damaged and the doctor had to improvise, so he must've altered my features to make it work. He's fixed me now. I look the same as I did before I disappeared." But I don't feel the same.

He looked at me as if expecting me to continue, but I had no idea how to say the rest. It was too hard, too damaging. The words refused to leave my mouth. I sincerely wished none of this would have happened, but it had and now I had to deal with the consequences.

I sank onto the couch, and he sat down next to me. "Do you remember?" he asked.

I shook my head. "That is the problem," I said. "Apparently, when I nearly drowned, I hit my head. Now the doctors have told me the truth, I'm brain-damaged. I sought the information after I had a DNA Analysis Comparison Test."

"What kind of test?" He asked.

"DNA Analysis Comparison Test. It's a test that-."

"I know what it is," he interrupted. "How did you get a sample of Sam's DNA?"

"I have a friend who works at General Hospital. He's a lab technician and he provided me with a sample of Sam's DNA. He got the DNA from a blood sample she had given four years ago. I had it compare to my own."

"And it matched, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did, but it doesn't matter because I cannot remember." I broke down, tears spilling from my eyes, secrets unknown, memories unremembered. I had been told I would never remember. Now I glanced up at him and I knew I had done the wrong thing by coming back, but I couldn't stay away. So as I stared into his eyes, I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I could never remember. The memories, the secrets, the love, the passion, everything else I can't remember. How can you love me now?"

He cupped my face and ran a smoothed hand through my hair. His eyes were blue and intense and he looked as if he felt my pain. "You don't have to remember," he said. "You do not have to remember anything that happened. We can make new memories, we could start again, we could start over."

"But what if it's not the same? What if it's never as good as it was the first time around? What if we were never meant to be?"

"I don't waste my time with what if's, but right now I know what we have is real. I fell for you the first time around, I fell for you when you had red hair and were going by a different name, and today, tomorrow, a day after that I will still fall for you. So don't doubt my love, because it will always be there and it will always be true."

"I will never remember. You should at least be a little bit saddened by the fact that I will never know how it started?"

"I will tell you how it started, if you want to know. You're lucky," he said

My eye shadow and I pushed myself away from him. "Lucky?"

"Most people can only fall in love once. They only fall once for one person, but we had another chance. We got what is impossible, we got what no one else could."

I glanced at him, not sure where he was going.

"We got another chance at love, we got what no one else could. And we got a second chance to be together, no one could cheat us out of that." He wiped tears off my eyes, that was the first-time I understood what he was saying.

"We don't have the memories," he continued, "But we could always make new ones. We have a second chance at a first love, a first kiss, first fight, and first date. We have so many first that we have a chance to make over again." He took my hand. "Can you take that chance?" He asked.

Tears were falling from my eyes, but they were happy ones this time. He knew how to make me happy, and at the moment he was making me stronger. "I'll take the chance," I said and smiled. I felt my lips tremble as he leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was warm like a blanket in the winter, shielding me from the cold frost of the snow and wind. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned into his touch.

"There something else," I said as I looked into his eyes.

"What is it?" He looked worried and concerned. "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, it depends on the way you look at it." I took in a deep breath as I knew I was either going to make his world better or shatter it completely. Which way it was going to go was beyond me. I hoped he would take it as happy news but I wasn't sure. It could have been a burden for him to bear.

"What is it? Sam, you can tell me."

Even if I wanted to run, now I couldn't. That look in his eyes, the way that he cared, spoke to me. I touched my stomach, and while soothing it, I stared at him. I remember the night on the boat, the night of rain, the night of passion. "I'm pregnant," I said. "You can take it as good news, or you can throw me out, but that is what I am, and I like this feeling. I like knowing that I'm not all alone. I have a baby with me, and please either take us both are throw both of us out."

He wrapped his arms around me tighter, drew me in so close I could barely breathe. "I'll never throw you out." He paused. "I'm glad you came back to me. And despite your lack of memories we're already making new ones."

And then I understood, the evanescence of the past did not erase the future.

The End

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