After being in a car accident, you would think that I would have some trauma of being in cars or driving one but I was completely relaxed being in Tom's car. I have always been since I have travelled in his car a few times since I was out of the hospital. I was partly glad that I had no trauma resulting from the accident but I was partly curious. If I did result into having a huge fear of cars, then would that make me a step closer to gaining my memories back?

As I sat there in the passenger seat pondering over the question, Tom had just finished parking the car at our destination. He then looked at my direction with a slight smirk playing off his lips.

"You look like you're trying to figure out how physic works inside the black hole," his smile deepened.

I laughed at his comment. "I was trying to figure out different ways to gain my memories back, that's all."

"Don't force yourself, it'll all come eventually."

I watched him sincerely for a moment. How could he be so fine and dandy about all of this? If I put myself in his shoes, having this girl you love forget all about you and still stay beside her while aiding her, hoping that one day she will remember you and all the moments you both shared. As well as hoping and wishing that her love for you was still there somewhere inside her, just locked in her chest somewhere.

On the other hand, this girl just throws tantrums about absolutely everything and does not consider trying to understand the reasons behind his actions or why things turned out that way. This girl precisely wants things to be done here and now and will not swallow her pride for anything because she thinks she does not need help. Boy, I needed to re-evaluate my life.

I got out of the car and looked at the clinic that was where Dr Reade worked at. It was very modern looking with bright plain colours contrasting each other around the front entrance. Her clinic was situated at a quiet street which was admirable. That was when I saw it. I remembered Tom telling me that there was no way I could not make it to the clinic with public transport because there would be a great deal of walking to get there. That imbecile was a big fat liar! Right across the road, there stood a lovely sign that clearly marked BUS STOP. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him.

"You said there was no public transport that came to the area."

He knew what I was talking about. He didn't even need to see the bus stop sign. "Last time I was here, that wasn't there," his eyes were slightly wide almost reflecting his oh-so innocence.

"Liar."

"Look, I wanted to take you to Dr Reade. You were refusing to let me help you just... caused me to lie."

"Whatever," I ignored him and headed towards the entrance of the clinic.

"Come on, don't act like that."

I stopped and faced him, "Like what? A child?" I pointed at my head, "I'm a 23 year old in my head, Tom. This is how I was back then and if you can't handle it then bug off!"

"I didn't mean it like that, listen Lara-,"

"No! Don't try to cover the truth! You were thinking that! I mean, look at you," I pointed at him. "All dressed as if you're too good for the world but you're here dealing with me, you just want me to be all normal so everything is top shape for you again! I'm a completely different person to who I was with you and you can't handle that!"

He opened his mouth to say something. His face pulled into an irritated expression. I was waiting for him to explode right then and there. Instead he closed his mouth and shut his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back at me. "You know what? I can't do this anymore," he said in a small voice and walked back into his car.

To my shock, he started the car and simply drove off leaving me alone in front of the clinic.

I just wanted to run after his car and scream. I wanted to tell him to not leave me alone here because I could not just live here without him. I let go of the breath that I was holding and let out a sigh. Great job, Lara. I glanced back at the clinic that I was supposed to be inside a few minutes ago for my appointment. What the hell, it's what I wanted in the first place; to be alone and handle my problems myself except I didn't feel that way exactly.

I slowly walked to the entrance of the clinic and before my hand reached the handle of the glass door, my pride burned through my veins. I didn't need him anyway.

I had nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing to worry about because everything will be okay, that was what Dr Reade said. It did not feel like everything was going to be okay. Dr Reade was extremely ecstatic with the fact that I have recovered one small memory and assumes that all will be rainbows and unicorns. I raised my head and gazed at the gloomy sky with dark clouds moving at a constant speed. I knew it was going to rain soon. It always did and it made me miss the sunshine back in Sydney. What made me want to come here in the first place? It couldn't just be the job. I could have found a similar job in another country.

I mentally shook the thoughts out of my overworking brain. I had no time to think of this, I had to figure out a way to get back home. I had no idea which street I lived in. I constantly cursed myself about the argument that occurred between Tom and I, it showed how much I could not keep my mouth shut. It was always me that kept pushing him away and now he decided to do just that. I did not know him very well but it seemed like he never pulled moves like that, so I guess I just pushed him to the edge.

"Wonderful," I muttered and crossed my arms across my chest. I tried to stop shivering against the cold as I pulled a calm expression while waiting at the bus stop across the clinic. My inside was already in turmoil and I did not think it was the time to focus on my thoughts or my emotions because I was positive my insides falling apart would appear on the outside. I was definitely lost in a foreign country that I supposedly been living at over two years. The moment a bus was slowly approaching, my heart began to race and my palms were showered in sweat. This was it. I had to somehow figure out how to get home.

The familiar red bus finally came to a stop in front of me. It was mesmerising to see a bus that you see in movies set in London and finally see it in the flesh. The large door opened and I stepped in without spending any more time admiring the bus. The bus driver who seemed to look under the weather blankly looked at me, waiting for me to tell him where I wanted to go.

"London!" I said with an accidental nervousness sounding in my voice.

The driver raised his eyebrows, "The city centre?"

I nodded quickly. I was pretty sure I did not live too far from the city, even though it was quite a long walk to my apartment but it was the only place that I have been to briefly.

"That would be £2.40."

"Right!" I exclaimed and fumbled through my handbag to retrieve my wallet. I had no idea about the currency here and that was another thing I needed to know about if I was on my own. I grabbed a whole bunch of coins and handed it to the driver clumsily.

He looked at the coins and pressed his lips together before taking a few coins and giving me the rest.

I thanked him and sat at one of the seats in the front of the bus. I needed a clear view of where we were going in case I missed my stop, where ever it was.

I googled the average price of bus fares in London ;)

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