I couldn't wait any longer. My mind and body were itching to take action, any sort of action about this newly found snippet of memory. I wanted to tell someone, anyone about this but I didn't know how to tell Tom. I have, after all, told him that I needed space due to his actions of not telling me about his career. I didn't want to be angry at him anymore but my pride was getting the better of me. I wanted him to fall down to his knees and beg for forgiveness and apologise for choosing his career over me but that couldn't happen because he doesn't know that I remember that part. But as a matter of fact, he should just blatantly tell the truth about the past, about how his career is so important to him, way more important than his pathetic love for me. If he really was trying so hard for me to retrieve my memories then he should have just openly told me about his life and maybe that would have helped!

I squeezed my hands to a fist. Yes, my pride got the better of me. He didn't care. He was trying to protect himself. He knew all along that this whole thing, this whole memory loss and accident of mine happened because of him. He didn't even apologise!

The more my thoughts went on, the more I got angry. Tom wasn't innocent on this ordeal at all, but all this time he has been acting like it. He was being all romantic and reminiscing about our love which almost made you pity him but now I knew the truth. All I needed was this memory snippet to realise what type of man he really was.

From all the aggressive negative emotion that I was immersed in, I did not realise that my smart phone was in my hand and I was already dialling my mother's number. My body has a mind of its own. My hands shook a little as it brought the phone to my ear and my breath was very short and shallow as I waiting for her to pick up. Finally, my mother's familiar voice sounded through the speaker. It seemed like she wasn't alone as I heard a crowd of people chattering in the background when she excitedly greeted me.

"Lara! Oh I miss you so much! How are you? How's your injuries? Is your arm getting better? What about your memory? Do tell - wait for your turn Emmet!" I could imagine her frowning at my father who was probably trying so hard to take the phone off her.

I was not in the mood to laugh about their childish acts. "Mum, I'm fine my injuries are healing. I just have a question."

I could hear my mother giggling and telling my father that she will put me of speaker so they can both hear me. "Oh that's great sweetheart! I knew Tom would be taking good care of you!" her Australian accent felt so much like home.

"He hasn't been mistreating you has he? I've been hearing rumours that you have broken up on the media the past few days. What did he do?!" my father's protective voice sounded through the receiver.

"Oh they haven't broken up Emmet! You should know the media likes to make up lies!" my mother argued. "What did you want to ask sweetheart?"

I rolled my eyes at their bickering. "Why didn't you tell me about his career?"

"I tried to! But your silly mother did not want me to say anything further at the hospital. Apparently it's best off if the Pom would tell you himself. He didn't, did he?" my father answered.

"No, he did not," I mumbled.

"How did you find out?" mum asked.

"I remembered a snippet of my memory," I did not want to explain which part in case they never knew. I wanted to get more in depth with what has happened before my parents know.

"Oh my God! That's wonderful! You're getting closer to remembering everything!"

"Yes, but I'm angry because he didn't say anything."

"That's probably because he was bloody scared with how your reaction would have been like. When you two first met, you were absolutely clueless about whom he was. From memory, I think it was after a couple of dates when you found out and reacted like a feral," my father chuckled.

"Really? What did I do?"

"It wasn't so bad pumpkin, just that he asked you to go with him to a function but forgot to mention that it was the MTV Movie Awards. When you went on the red carpet with the lad, you looked like a deer caught in the car's headlights when ET news presenter interviewed him and you cursed at him before fleeing the scene. It was all over the news! Was absolutely proud of you pumpkin!" dad just kept chuckling. "You absolutely hated being in the spotlight and famous people."

"Yeah I thought I did which was why I'm completely shocked with how I've become."

"Don't say that sweetheart, after all that drama you two have been the perfect lovebirds!" mum giggled.

"So you want to come home then? And retrieve your memories real quick with your absolute loving father?"

I chuckled, "Maybe, if I don't like being here anymore than I do."

"Oh sweetheart, you loved London! What happened?"

"I'm not sure."

***

This was probably the seventh time I was taking deep and slow breaths as I stood at the door of my bedroom. I was trying to appear cool, calm and collected before I emerged out of my room and face Tom. The sun has already risen about half an hour ago and it was almost six in the morning. London was eleven hours behind from where my parents were, they were busy having a picnic with close friends and family who I missed so much.

Taking deep breaths for a moment usually made your mind and body become one but not in this case. My mind was pushing my body to just open the door but my body was not budging. I felt an inner battle begin as I shut my eyes and let my mind control my body. My arm flung forward and my hand grasped the door knob and slowly opened it. My legs shook and wobbled as I took baby steps out of my sanctuary.

As I have expected, Tom was in the lounge room lying down under a woollen blanket. His eyes were wide open with a tint of redness in his eyes. His gaze flicked to me and he quickly sat up. He was waiting for my next move, almost afraid that if he made a move, he might scare me away.

We were both still dressed in the previous day's clothing which were now crinkled from laying in it all night. Our hairs once polished and brushed we're sticking out in awkward directions and too messy to put a brush through it. Our faces pale and eyes stinging from lack of sleep. We both were obviously staying up all night immersed in our thoughts and anxiety.

"I don't know what to do anymore," I said quietly as I stood in front of him behind the coffee table awkwardly. "I don't think you understand what sort of situation I'm in. I'm lost and helpless and you held a piece of information from me that explain the partial cause of the accident."

"What?" Tom stood up slowly not letting his eyes leave mine. "You... You remember?"

My eyes were searching the floor blankly as I continued as if he did not speak up. "I found out all on my own about who you are and what our relationship was like through the photos of the internet. I did that all on my own which led to my first piece of memory. I thought that you could help me but you didn't because you were too selfish."

"No, Lara. Let me explain," he leaned forward and let his hand rest of my shoulder.

The coffee table being in between us like a barrier made me feel safe with what I was about to utter next. "I don't think I need you in my life anymore."

I heard Tom stop breathing, "What?"

"I guess you could say I'm breaking up with you even though I don't remember mostly anything but I do remember my last moment before I lost everything. I don't think I deserve a man that thinks about himself only."

"I'm not selfish Lara," he sounded so calm but his gray orbs looked like there was a storm occurring within him. "I was only trying to protect you."

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, "Just leave."

"Just let me explain!" his usual calm voice was now full of torment.

I did not turn around to him as I was too afraid that my pride would be taken down by the state he was in. Instead I made my way back into my bedroom and sat down on the floor with my back against the closed door. Hugging my knees, I tried to think of a logical reason behind my actions as I waited for Tom to leave my apartment.

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