2 years later
Maya P.O.V.
The cool wind hit my face like a bunch of tiny knives. Typically, it wasn't this cold, but this winter was different. Actually, every aspect of my life felt different.
"Maya", a tired voice whispered from the open patio door.
"Yeah", I heard my voice reply. But like usual, it didn't sound like my voice. Nothing I said had sounded like me for the past few months.
The girls arms went around my waist, I felt her warm breath on my cheek. This should feel good, it should feel natural. But once again, it didn't.
Emily, that's what this girls name is, and I'm supposed to know her. We'd been dating for over 2 years before the accident happened, but I don't remember any of it.
"Come to bed", Emily whispered lightly into my ear. Love was laced with every word, I could hear that clear as anything. But I didn't feel it.
I'd proposed to this stranger about a year ago, we had plans to marry in the summer. Emily showed me pictures of us, and I looked happy in every single one. I tried so hard to remember, but I couldn't. Nothing felt right about us together.
Emily P.O.V.
3 months ago
"What happened", I shouted at the nurse. My voice wavered, I could barely get every word out.
"I'm sorry, miss, family only", the nurse replied, politely as possible.
I had heard this answer many times before, and it sent a new round of anger throughout me. I am Maya's family, I'm her fiancé.
I'd called Maya's parents multiple times, but neither answered.
The driver that hit Maya's car was passed out. No, he wasn't drunk, just sleep deprived. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. He had no intentions of ramming a girl off the side of the road when he woke up earlier that morning.
The injuries that Maya suffered from were terrifying, but she was still alive. That is what I kept telling myself. Even when her parents finally got there, the responses on her condition were the same.
"We will know more in the morning", the doctor replied for what felt like the thousandth time.
Sleep didn't come easy, actually it didn't come at all. I was worried constantly, nothing eased my fears of the worst.
"Maybe you should leave", Maya's mom whispered. The concern in her voice was evident, but it didn't make me feel any better. I just wanted to hear Maya's voice.
After a few days of waiting, Maya finally regained consciousness, but that day everything changed.
"Mom", Maya said with a raspy voice. She hadn't seen me, yet. I was sitting in the corner of the room, letting her parents talk to her first.
After minutes of hugs and kisses, Maya finally looked in my direction, but she didn't look at me like she used to.
"Who are you", Maya questioned, confusion was evident.
The happiness I once felt was gone, and I was confused. Why doesn't she remember me?
"Maya, it's Emily", Maya's mom said, pointing at me.
The doctor had slipped into the room silently, "This is common, short term memory loss."
"But we've been together for a little over two years", I whispered. Desperation was hidden in each word. The thought that Maya might never remember every moment we spent together, hurt.
"Two years", Maya looked astonished, "what happened to Lindsey?"
Lindsey, the girl who almost destroyed Maya's life, which is who she woke up wanting to see.
This beautiful girl in front of me doesn't remember the night she proposed to me. The tears that streamed down her face as she told me she loved me. The minute Maya pulled out the ring, I broke down with her. After everything we'd been through, we were finally making things work. We were finally in a positon to make things last forever, we were confident. But once again, an obstacle was thrown in our direction. Something that wasn't going to be easy to hurdle over. Actually, I worry we will never get over this one.
Maya P.O.V.
When Emily touched my shoulder, it took everything in me to not shrug her hand off. She'd been trying so hard to help me get my memory back, but every day was the same. I remembered nothing, and I doubt I ever will.
A month after I got out of the hospital, I decided to give Emily a chance. In ways, she did seem somewhat familiar to me, like I've known her for a while. My mother filled me in on the small details of my life with Emily, and I knew I had to have been in love. At the end of the day, Emily and I deserved a chance, even if I couldn't remember anything.
"Do you want some coffee", Emily asked politely, already pouring herself a cup.
I nodded, "Thanks."
She leaned over slightly, pouring the dark brown liquid into my cup. Emily always gave me a lingering look when we got too close, like she wanted to kiss me. But she never tried, not once.
"What are you doing today", Emily took a sip of her coffee.
Recently, I had gotten a job at a nice coffee shop, and the smell of coffee and the dull chatter of the customers kept me calm. It was becoming the only thing that made things feel normal.
"I'm just going to work", I whispered, kind of worried about Emily's response.
Emily smiled slightly, "I didn't know you got a job."
I nod, "I saw a girl outside of a coffee shop who said she knew me, and she managed to get me a job."
The smile of Emily's face faltered ever so slightly, "Was her name Laura?"
Confusion set in, but this was becoming a normal occurrence. At least once a day I was told something I didn't understand, or I just didn't remember.
"How'd you know that", I questioned.
Emily looked at the ground, "You guys use to date."
It didn't shock me, Laura was my type. What did shock me, was the look of jealousy on Emily's face. I know that we have been together for a while, and I know we are engaged. But I just can't seem to wrap my brain around the idea.
Emily P.O.V.
I hadn't heard the name Laura in forever, not since the night that Maya learned everything. Why would Laura even try to talk to Maya?
"The job sounds fun", I said with a smile. It was more of a forced smile, because I didn't want Maya to know something was wrong. She has been through enough lately, I don't need to add to that.
If anything, I hope one day I get my Maya back. Even if I can't get her back, I want to still be able to share everything with her. I miss waking up and kissing her, laying on the couch and just holding each other.
Deep down, I know I just need her.
Sorry for the delay, my computer stopped working on me. So, it has been a hectic month or so. Thanks for waiting.