Will He Ever Remember Me?
(Iris POV)
Steve and I have been in this hotel for 3 days, he still doesn't remember me or anything since he came out of the ice. I've noticed that he hasn't really been trying, I'm starting to think he might not want to remember, he doesn't ask questions about anything. He's so different, I'm mean he's still polite, a gentleman and a good man but something is off...he's just not my Steve at all! I don't know how to help him by this point. I'm so happy that he's alive but every day that goes by of him not knowing me my heart breaks more and more. It's almost like he's still dead and this Steve is an imposter. I don't know how much longer I can take it. "Just so you know, tomorrow we're leaving." He tells me.
"Where are we going?" I ask him.
"I'm taking you to a different motel, it's best to not stay in the same location for too long." He explains, "the place I'm taking you to is going to be nicer then this, so hopefully it will be more comfortable for you while I'm gone...I don't think they will find you there."
"Your leaving?"
"Yeah, I still need to find Ross and I can't do that hiding and you'll be safe until then." He informs me. When he told me this I got a lump in my throat, I'm terrified that once he does find Ross he will take me home and I will never see him again...what if he never wants to see me again? The mere thought of this has now become my worst nightmare. He stands up and starts to walk to the door, "I'm going to get some supplies."
"Like what?" I ask coming out of my thoughts.
"Well, we've been in this hotel for 3 days and I thought you might like some new clothes and other stuff while your at the other motel since I don't know how long I will be." He explained.
"Oh yeah...that would be nice." I tell him trying to smile, to not show that I am getting emotional...again.
"Okay, I'll be right back, make sure you lock this." He starts walking to the door but before he opens it he then turns around, "...don't leave."
"I won't." I reassure him, he gives me a sweet smile as he walks out. I go up and lock the door, "Steve, your killing me here." I mumble to myself as I close my eyes and lean my forehead on the door for a second.
He comes back an hour later, he got me several supplies of shampoo and conditioner, soap, food to take with me and clothes. "Are these alright? I didn't know what you liked so I just had to guess." He asked as he shows me the clothes.
"Yeah they're nice, good choices." I answer, I wasn't saying that to be nice, they actually were nice, I would have picked them out myself. "How did you know my size?"
"Mostly I just guessed."
"Well, thank you." I smile.
"Your welcome," He smile back at me, we look into each other's eyes for a few minutes.
"Um...I'll go change out of these." I say as I reference the new clothes, after all I have been wearing these same ones for 3 days now. I come out and he looks me up and down. "They fit perfect." I twirl to show him the whole outfit better.
"Good...they look good on you." That makes me blush a little bit, I put a piece of my hair behind my ear. "What's that?" He points to my locket, my mom's locket.
"Oh...it was my mom's...I don't take it off." I play with it a little bit.
"She died?" He asked.
"...Yeah." I only could answer.
"Did I know her?" He finally asked me a question about our life together!
"...No...she died when I was 14...you...you fixed it for me." I tell him.
"...I did?" There's a little smile on his face.
I nod, "yeah...for Christmas...you surprised me...you actually made me think it was missing for a whole month."
"I didn't do that..." He chuckles.
"Yes you did, I was going crazy looking for it." I strongly state.
"You weren't mad?"
"Of course not...not only was I releaved that I hadn't lost it but...it just was so surprising...it wasn't what I was expecting."
"What were you expecting?" He asked.
"...I don't know..." I wasn't going to tell him what I thought was in the box. "All I knew was that no one had ever given me something like that before...it was the best present I had ever gotten."
"...Now I doubt that's true." He sighed with a side grin.
"...Believe me, it's true..." I don't know if I should tell him my past, don't want to overwhelm him with all that darkness.
"...That was our first Christmas together?"
"Yeah...we started our own tradition...getting the biggest tree, decorate and the whole apartment together and spend it with each other..." I smile at the memory.
He kind of chuckles, "really? I never really a..." He starts to tell me.
"Had a tree as a kid?...I know...you told me...I didn't either." I finish his sentence.
"...I told that?" He suddenly asked, I nod my head. "...I had never told anyone that."
"You didn't?" I shockingly ask.
"No."
"You...don't remember it at all?" I asked hopeful.
"...No...I'm sorry I don't." He softly replied.
"...You think you'll really be able to find and stop Ross?" I ask suddenly.
"Yes." He confidently replies. "Don't worry, I won't let him get to you."
I give him a little smile...now that sounds just like my Steve, "it's not me that I'm worried about...it's never me that I'm ever worried about."
We just stare at each other, "I'll be fine..."
"...That's what you said before." I softly blurt out and look down to the floor.
"What?"
"You said that before you disappeared and then you died..."
"Iris..."
"Steve...what's going to happen after you find Ross?"
"What do you mean?"
"...With us?"
"...I don't know..."
"Don't you want to remember?...Anything?"
"...Iris it's not I don't want to, it's just..." He's about to say until suddenly his phone starts to ring, he looks at it. "I'm sorry, I have to take this outside." He exhaled like he was releaved that we were interrupted. As he walks out I take a big breath and wipe my tears. He comes back a few minutes later, "Iris, I have to go meet someone, I should be back soon." He tells me.
"Okay, be careful." He gives me a little grin and shuts the door, man everything was getting so intense!
He does comes back 2 hours later, it's quiet and neither of us know what to say. "We're leaving in the morning to go to the new motel so...we better get some rest." He suggests quite coldly.
"...Yeah..." I can only say.
We both crawl into the bed, I just stare at the ceiling and not able to sleep. I think it's the same for him too. I want to continue with our last conversation but I chicken out and can't do it...I think I'm afraid of the answer he was going to give me. And it's another night of sleeping with a stranger.
Every time it feels like we're getting closer again he pushes me away...I guess this is my karma for all the times I pushed him away when we were first dating!' At this point I don't want him to ever find Ross because I'm sure more then ever that I won't ever see him again. It's all becoming too much, a part of me just wants to leave and just let him go but...I can't. I can't give up on him, he never gave up on me...hell he met up with Ross and has been put in this situation because of me...and now I need to do the same for him...as hard and as painful as it is. So until he tells me goodbye for good I'm staying with him.
I know he's being stubborn! Don't worry he'll remember soon!
