The sun warmed my skin as I lay on a lounger. I had my sunglasses on as I smiled silly. I got up and started walking on the sand, although I always ended up in the same place. I was on a deserted island and there was not remotely any other nearby. I was tired of walking so much by myself, I needed some company. I went back to lie down on the lounger and looked away. Then I saw a silhouette. I sat down and took off my glasses to get a good look and my eyes didn't fool me, someone was walking on the sand. I got up quickly and started walking toward that person. As I got closer I could tell that it was a man who was walking, even though I couldn't see his face.

Then when I was arriving he disappeared from my sight. In front of me there was only sand and sea. I felt someone behind me but it didn't give me time to turn around, at that moment he covered my eyes with a black ribbon avoiding me to see him. I raised my hands to the ribbon that blindfolded my eyes and it felt like satin. Then I felt his hands sliding down my neck, pulling my hair aside to give me a kiss, his hands continued to explore my body sliding this time towards my hips. At no time did he speak, but the rubbing of his hands on my skin felt so familiar that I did not resist. In one quick movement he turned me and I felt his lips again around my neck, slowly climbing up to my lips. I lifted my hands toward his shoulders as I half-opened my lips to intensify the kiss. His lips were warm, he kissed me hurriedly, invading my mouth with his tongue, while with his hands he squeezed me by the waist against his body which was completely naked. I could feel the heat of his body burning against mine. His hands went down to my buttocks and carried me to lie on the couch. But I wasn't on the couch. It felt different, softer, more spacious, like a bed. His hands slipped slowly down my body as I felt his weight on me and his lips once again devoured mine and then went down my neck.

And then I felt nothing more, neither his warm hands touching my skin, or his lips lighting my body slowly. I sat down and raised my hands to untie the ribbon that covered my eyes. It was indeed made of black satin. I looked in all directions but was alone once more. Around me there were only shrubs, sea and sand. I lay down on the bed and then everything became dark before beginning to lighten with a blinding light. I squinted and then began to open my eyes slowly as the light became more tolerable.

—Anastasia! You hear me. —someone called me by my name but I only saw a silhouette next to me, the light didn't let me see who he was.

My head hurt a lot and also my leg, in fact my whole body hurt. Little by little the light was disappearing. I was lying down and I could see better someone standing next to me.

—You had an accident, you are in the hospital. —when my eyes could focus I could see a doctor standing next to me.

Accident, I didn't remember any accident, I just remembered driving down the road after leaving my parents' house.

—Tell me if you can hear me. —he said to me as I briefly looked around before answering him.

—Yes. —I said as I stared at him but still couldn't focus well.

—We were worried about you, you were completely unconscious one day. Do you know what day of the week it is today? —he asked me while I could see that he was holding a form in one hand and a pen in the other to take note of what I would tell him.

—Monday. —I answered him after thinking about it a little.

—Okay, now tell me the date and the year. —he asked me while he was writing something down on the form.

—June 17, 2013. —I replied while the doctor was smiling and pointing to the form.

—Very well. I'm sure you're wondering why so many questions come. You hit your head hard, you have stitches in your forehead. —he said to me as I raised my hand towards the forehead, which was bandaged. —But don't worry, there won't be any mark left. You also have a fracture in your right leg. Now a few more questions and you can see your family. —he said to me as he turned his attention back to the chart in his hands. —Tell me your full name.

—Anastasia Rose Stelle. I replied with a smile.

—Date and place of birth?

—June 9, 1991, Newark, New Jersey.

—Name of your parents?

—Katherine and Franklin.

—All right, your memory seems fine, you don't have a problem. —he said, and that caught my attention.

—Why should there be a problem? —I asked him while the doctor stared at me.

—You had a small concussion, there is a small area of inflamed brain. We were afraid it would have affected your memory. But both short-term and long-term memory are fine, so there's no problem at all. he said as he smiled nicely at me. Now you can see your family. —he said as he walked towards the door and out of the room.

A few minutes later my parents came in, each coming from one side of the bed.

—Honey, we were very worried about you. —my mother said as tears streamed down her face as she took my hand between her hands and sat on one side of my bed.

—You scared the hell out of us. —said my father sitting on the other side of the bed.

—I didn't mean to. —I said to them, looking at them alternately.

—What happened? —asked my mother worried.

—I don't remember well, I have a huge blank space, I just remember driving down the highway, and then waking up here in the hospital. I told them as I moved a little in bed to sit down.

—Carefully. —dad helped me sit on the bed.

—There are several people outside waiting anxiously to see you. —said mom as she got out of bed with my father. —We can't all be in here, so we'll go out and see them, and then we'll come back. —she smiled at me as she put a lock of hair behind my ear.

They left the room and soon Kate rushed in to get to where I was.

—Ana, you don't know how worried you had us. —she said as she sat next to me and hugged me.

—Ouch! —I complained about his big hug, everything hurt.

—I'm sorry, I'm just excited. —she apologized.

Then I noticed that there was someone else in the room, even though he was standing almost at the door, a little away from us and smiling at me as if he knew me.

—Who's your new friend? Don't tell me you had a fight with Elliot. —I said to her as she looked confusedly at the door and then looked at me again.

—Christian, and no, I didn't fight with Elliot. Don't you remember him? —she asked me with concern and I could see how that stranger's face quickly became serious.

—Should I remember him? —I asked her as I stared at them and he came closer to us looking very serious.

—Anastasia! —he said, arriving at my side. —Don't you remember me? —he ran his hand through his hair nervous.

—Not the truth. —I answered as he turned and quickly left the room, leaving me more confused now.

—Is something wrong? —I asked Kate, that now, she was looking at me with fear in her eyes.

—Don't you remember anything about him? —she asked me one more time.

—No. You'll tell me why I should remember him.

—The one who just walked out the door and you don't remember anything about... is your boyfriend. —she said to me while I was trying to remember something about him but nothing.

—I'm sorry, I don't remember anything. —I said as I ran a hand over my forehead, my head hurt a little.

The door opened at that moment and through it came the doctor followed by my parents and my supposed boyfriend, of whom I remembered nothing.

—What's going on? —asked my mother, holding my father's arm.

—From what I've been told, you don't remember certain things, everything seems to indicate that the accident affected your memory.

—Yes, but why the only one he doesn't remember is me. —he asked... what was his name, ah yes Christian frustrated.

—That's a mystery. —said the doctor staring at me. — Do you have a headache? —he asked me while I stopped rubbing my temple.

—Yes, a little. —I answered him sincerely.

—We should let her rest for a while, it's been too much effort for one day. —said the doctor as they all began to walk towards the door.

—Will he ever recover his memory? —Kate asked before she left my side.

—I don't know, only time will tell, we have to wait for the swelling to go down and see what happens. For the moment I recommend not forcing her memory and letting her heal with time.

—What do you mean by not forcing his memory? —Christian asked as he looked briefly at me.

—You'll have to give it time, Christian. —Kate replied as the two of them made their way to the door and left the room.

—I'll try. — It was the last thing I heard he said before smiling slightly from the door and leaving the room.

After everyone left the room the doctor came in again this time with two detectives who questioned me about the accident. But I didn't remember anything, absolutely nothing, and after the doctor explained to them how I was, they left the room asking me to call them if I remembered anything.

I was in the hospital for a week. Kate came to see me every day and on several occasions she did it with Elliot. Christian didn't leave at any time, he was with me all the time. It was strange not to remember anything about him. I was asking him several questions about me and I realized that he knew me very well. According to Kate we practically lived together. When I was discharged Kate promised not to leave my side for a moment until the cast was removed from my leg. And my parents, seeing me in good care, promised to come and see me on weekends.

—We got home. —she said, opening the door for me to come in.

—You don't have to stay with me all the time, I think I can be alone for a while, you can go out with Elliot if you want.

—Don't say another word, I told you I'm not going to leave your side and I will. —she said as she looked at me very seriously and I smiled.

—That's all right. —I replied, sitting on the sofa.

And so slowly the days began to pass. Mia and Ethan came back from their honeymoon and as soon as they heard about the accident they came to visit me. Christian continued to come every day. I felt overwhelmed by his presence, I didn't know him at all no matter how much he told me things, I only managed to end up with a severe headache. It was Friday night, two weeks had passed since we had returned home. Elliot had come to dinner with us and of course Christian was there too. He was telling me something about a yacht and I couldn't take it anymore.

—Please stop talking. —I asked him while everyone was looking at me. —Kate, I need to talk to Christian alone. —I asked her and she took Elliot by the hand as they walked to the door and locked it behind her as she walked out.

Christian looked at me surprised, wondering what my outburst was all about.

—I know you want me to remember you, but this only makes me start to hate you a little more every day. I don't know you, and no matter how hard I try, I can't remember anything about you. Every day you keep coming back and even though you don't try to make me remember you, seeing you, only makes me feel worse.

—Anastasia... I didn't know you felt that way, I'm sorry. —he said coming to where I was and trying to take my hands in his.

—I think it would be best if you didn't keep coming. I said to him, putting my hand away before he touched it.

—But... —I interrupted him.

—I think it will be the best for both of us. —I said to him while he got up from my side and walked towards the door.

—Very well, if you wish, I won't bother you any more. —he said, opening the door, but before he left he turned to me. —If you remember my name or anything we've been through together call me, Kate or Elliot will give you my number. —he said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.