A thousand times my mind was telling me to keep walking and I will somehow miraculously find my way home but realistically I knew there was not any hope. If only I remembered to bring my ID with me then all of this would not have happened and I still would have possessed my pride and hid my vulnerability. Speaking of my ID, I do not remember where I have placed it which most likely means that I must have done something with it before I lost my memory. I made a mental note to ask Tom what my address and all the other important things I needed to know about myself in case I misplaced other important items.

Tom's car appeared in my line of sight as I was pondering over why I must have misplaced my ID. I was actually surprised that he even recognised me on the side of the road seated like a homeless girl. I slowly stood up as I silently hoped that there were no evidence on my face that I was crying. He did not attempt to exit the car but merely just watched my hesitant movement as I approached the car and slowly got in. I thought it was uncomfortably silent outside but the interior of his car was where the silence turned out to be deadly. I sat very still after i buckled my seat belt as he accelerated down the street. I felt his eyes bore holes into my head but I refused to glance at his way because I knew that action would strike a conversation and to be honest, I have not thought of a perfect way of conversing with him. My inner thoughts and feelings were so tangled in a huge mess and I just could not comprehend anything even though they were all so clear before Tom arrived.

It was only a very short drive and before I knew it he had parked in the visitor parking.

"Thanks," I told him. I kept in my uncomfortable rigid position not knowing if I should give him a hug or a glance or just get out of the car. So I did what any other awkward person would do, I opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"Are you seriously going to keep being like this?" his piercing eyes stared me down even though I was standing.

My brain started to unpacked various ways of replying to him such as, "What do you mean?" and "Yes! Got a fucking problem with that?" instead I sighed long and slow, "I'm not sure what to say..."

"What do you mean? I -," he paused. "Tell me what's running through your mind."

I opened my mouth as if my tongue knew what to say, but it did not so I was stuck there with my mouth hung open as I struggled to come up with something to say. "I'm sorry," I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes. There, I said it.

I kept my eyes shut and lowered my head so my hair could fall forward and cover parts of my face. "I've been so stupid around you, I just couldn't open up to you even though you're the only one here that I know. I'm just so use to being on my own and being independent and I thought I could fix this head of mine on my own but I just can't. I don't know how to and I keep struggling between who I am now and who I was before this accident happened. And you..." I gestured at him weakly and moved my head even lower when I felt tears struggling to escape my eyes. "You're a famous actor. What are you doing here? Do you know how insecure I feel now that I know what you are? You shouldn't need to deal with me. I don't know how to act or say things around you-,"

He grabbed my hand that still hung in the air gesturing toward him and I instantly opened my eyes to see that he has managed to squeeze over to the passenger seat that I was once sitting on previously. He held my hand as if it was the most precious thing. "It's okay. I understand now," he smiled up at me. "Thank you for telling me, I know you usually bottle up your feelings and with that phone call I was fearing that you were close to breaking down because it never ends well when you completely break down."

"You already know that?" I stripped my eyes from our hands entangled to his face. "Of course, we've been together for awhile so how could I not become attentive to your ways of dealing with problems?" he smiled.

"But haven't I changed?" I tugged hair behind my ear.

"Well, yes. You've finally opened up to me and would use me as your punching bag for just about anything that annoyed you or was upsetting you," he chuckled in a way that made it seem like he was looking back at a memory of a similar time.

I wish I saw it.

"However, it does not mean that I have forgotten how you were before we dated. You know, we were sort of friends before we dated, close friends," he emphasised. "So I do know how you are like now, except you're a little more different because you're mind is set to the time way before I met you which is why I struggle to understand you sometimes."

"I'm sorry."

"You know what you're like?" he looked away from me and stared off into the distance and licked his lips. Our hands were resting on his knee now and I have taken a step closer to him so my hand can comfortably rest on his knee. He then looked back at me with a grin plastered on his face, "You're like an onion. You have many, many layers and as you peel those layers away, you hope that you find the true core of that person but you end up crying as you go through those layers to reach to who they really are. I'm trying to reach to the real Lara that is not protected by many walls and layers," he paused. His grin faded, "Yeah, that's exactly what I am going through right now."

I sighed. I remember my friend was telling me a similar thing, except she described me as the Great Wall of China. She would climb and climb but never reach the top because I would never allow it. "I'm just not sure how to be around you. We're supposed to be together, I know but -,"

"But we don't need to be together Lara, forget about that for now. I'm hear for you as a friend. I'm not going to take advantage of you for the reason that you are my girlfriend, but until you get your memories back, which I hope you will, I will be here for you as a friend. You need to trust me on that," he gave my hand a tight squeeze.

I nodded, "So friends?"

"Yes, the whole 'you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours' type of friendship."

I smiled and nodded, "But what would the media think?"

"The media is already assuming that we have broken up, but I say we shouldn't worry about the media for now."

"So do you think we have broken up?" I knew I was pushing it with this question.

"I would not consider that, no. I'd like to think of it as our relationship being on hold until further notice," he grinned.

Funny how he could still keep being positive. I smiled at him and tugged on his hand, "Come on, let's go inside and watch something. Maybe a movie that you are in?"

"Sounds like a plan but I must warn you, I will blow you away with my exceptional acting skills in the scenes that I am in."

"Oh haha! We'll see!" I smiled at him.

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