"This is stupid," I muttered to myself.

"You can't turn back now," the man I was awkwardly sitting in front of said.

We were strapped together with thick belts that went around our waists and crotch. It felt so stiff around me making it so uncomfortable especially to sit in. My navy jumpsuit made me look like I was a cleaner or even a homeless person from it being a few sizes bigger for my own body.

"Got your goggles on tight?" He asked as he checked for the fourth time to see if we were both safely strapped to each other.

I nodded unable to utter another word. My throat felt tight and my stomach was doing somersaults. My heart was a different story however; it was rapidly beating against my chest which was causing my sweaty hands to shake.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you to lean back to me now. We'll be jumping out in a minute."

I shut my eyes and leaned my back against his chest. I could not believe I talked myself into this. I tried to slow down my breathing but then the wind started to blow into my face.

"We need to move a bit till we have our legs hanging off the edge."

No, I did not want to hang my leg off the edge and fall for my death! I sucked in my breath and moved forward and felt the man move forward along with me. I kept my eyes shut hoping that this was all a dream.

Soon my legs were hanging off the edge and I felt the strong wind pushing my legs to the either side. My stomach started to creep its way up. This was going to be the end. I'm going to die without actually knowing about my love for Tom. I just wanted to fall asleep until all of this was over.

"Take one last look of the earth from this perspective."

I did as I was told and instantly regretted it. The earth was so scary from this way high up. "Oh my God!" just seeing my legs dangling over the ground way below me which caused me to panic. All of a sudden all of my five senses kicked into survival mode and I heard the full blasting sound of the plane hovering in the sky. My hands felt the cold, hard edge of the floor of the plane. The door was wide open letting the cold wind hit my face and run through my hair.

"Ready?" The man was yelling out at me against the loud sound of the rushing wind.

"No!" I screamed followed by panting in panic. What the hell was I thinking when I thought that skydiving would solve my lost memories of being with Tom? Why did I listen to that damn site advising that dangerous things can trigger to remember the lost memories?

The man laughed behind me, "We're going to jump out now, okay? You'll be fine."

Before I knew it, he held onto the ramps and flung us out the plane. I started to scream but the drop from the helicopter prevented me from breathing. We started to free fall and everything was becoming a blur to me. The world below me was spinning causing me to feel dizzy so I shut my eyes and focused on the somersaults my stomach was doing as it slowly crept up my throat. I felt the strong harsh wind against my body and my face. I was pretty sure that my mouth was dry as sandpaper and my heart was going to stop from the excessive beating. I was almost certain that my heart was creeping up my throat with my stomach.

I was not sure how long we were free falling from the plane. Was it one minute? An hour? The overwhelming fear has made me forget about everything. I just wanted this to end. I wanted to be safe on the ground right now. Tears started to swell up from my eyes. I'm putting my life in danger for a stupid man. The earth below me was spinning as we fell. I was definitely sure that the man who was securely strapped behind me has forgotten to pull out the parachute.

"Okay, it's time to get the parachute out!" the man behind me yelled out. "Shit! Hang on!"

I was about to ask what was going on when we started tumbling around from the wind. The earth below was not spinning anymore. We were spinning really fast instead. We were going to die. I let out a shrilling scream. I could not tell if we were much closer to the earth or not. I could not tell when we were going to smack into land and have our bones crushed. I wish I did not think of a stupid plan to remember my lost memories of Tom. I wish I was at home browsing through the internet instead or watching a movie. I wish I was with parents. I wish I was with Tom. I wish he could just tell me that it is all okay and I don't need to remember everything again, that we will just start over. I wish I was not falling to my death right now.

"I wish you were here," I said softly over the phone. My voice almost sounded like a whisper.

"I wish I was too."

"I hate that the moon and stars are out here and the sun is still out where you are right now," I sighed and rolled to my side. It was a cold winter night and I was in my pyjamas that made me look like a fat grandma.

"Yes, the sun is quite bright out here and I don't like it knowing that you aren't sharing and absorbing the same sunlight with me right now," he chuckled.

"Hey! Don't laugh! I'm expressing my loneliness without you and you're laughing!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Why? Was I that funny?" I narrowed my eyes even though I knew that Tom wasn't able to see.

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"Can't tell you."

"Why?" I huffed and sat up from my lying position on the couch.

"Because."

"Because why?" I was growing furious.

"Because..."he said really slowly.

"What?"

My front door knocked but I ignored it. I was really furious with Tom. The fact that he was in New York at the moment and have been there for three weeks has made me really anxious and on edge so having him hold back what he needs to say scared me and made me very curious to know what it is that he was hiding.

"That's why," he sounded proud.

"What?"

The door knocked again.

"Are you going to answer that?"

"No."

"Well you should."

"No I will not."

He sighed over the phone and hung up leaving me staring at my phone in shock. He just hung up on me. What in the hell did I do wrong?

The knocking on the door grew louder now. I really was not in the mood for people so I ignored it.

"Lara, open the door please!"

My eyes grew wide and my heart thumped against my chest. That voice sounded exactly like Tom's. But that couldn't be him... I was just on the phone to him and he was talking about the sun. I slowly walked to the door and opened it halfway popping my head out to see who it was. I gasped.

"You make it so hard for me to surprise you," he sighed.

"Tom!" I exclaimed in sheer delight. I jumped at him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. My legs were left hanging below me due to his height being much taller than I was. Shutting my eyes, I took in his scent and buried my face against his neck. He was trying to surprise me the whole time and I was being a nuisance towards him. I was being silly the whole time. My arms were still clammed around him and I was not ready to let go of him yet. Three weeks without him felt like an eternity. As much as I was happy and proud of his career, I hated it. His absence did make my heart grow fonder but it also brought in negative emotions and thoughts of jealousy and anxiety. He did not need to know that I'm in fact just a weak and vulnerable puddle of goo. I wanted to be that strong and independent girlfriend by his side and it is very clear to the media that I am so I assume that counts.

He kissed my neck and had one arm holding me and the other carrying his small luggage behind him. Stepping into my apartment, he walked to the lounge room as if there isn't any girl gripping onto him for dear life.

"Did I actually surprise you?" he asked. He knew I liked surprises and liked to almost always surprise me. If it wasn't showing up at my front steps when he is supposed to be busy shooting a movie, it was showering me with gifts and flowers. I loved it so much. It was not really the expensive gifts he bought me that made me happy, it was that he wanted to surprise me all the time. The fact that I was always on his mind with whatever he did. He sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him.

I nodded. My face was still planted against his neck. I could not get over his irresistible scent. I could not even describe what it smelled like but his scent made me feel warm with my insides filled with butterflies flapping about.

"Good," he said. I felt his chest against mine rise and fall from breathing. "Let me look at that pretty face," I lifted my head up to look at him. He placed both his hands on either side of my face and looked deeply into my eyes. I started to blush and averted my gaze somewhere else. I still could not handle his intense gaze. "You are so beautiful."

"Stop it," I grinned and leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was as intense as his gaze but I could not draw myself away from it. The kiss drew deeper and the intensity skyrocketed. Finally I pulled away from the kiss not because of the overwhelming intensity but from lack of breath. I could not stop smiling. He was in the flesh in front of me smiling back. "So, how long are you here for?" I braced myself for the answer. Tom loved his job so much that sometimes I felt like I was competing with it to see what he loves the most. Sometimes I win. Sometimes.

"They're giving me two weeks break but I thought I could use this time to go to LA for a quick meeting for another upcoming movie that I might be playing a major role in. So I'll be leaving in a few days."

I sighed and sat back.

"But I will be back and in time for you birthday!" he said excitedly while holding my hands.

"Fine, if that role is very important to you then I understand. At least I get to have you with me the night before my birthday," I gave him a small smile. I was still upset but I knew I had to put up with his busy lifestyle. The thought of cuddling him until the clock strikes midnight and having him be the first person to wish me a happy birthday soothed my sadness.

"Well, uh, I was hoping that you would be okay with the fact that you will have me on the morning of your birthday," his eyes squinted with a tight smile. He knew he was crossing the line but was also hoping that I would be okay with it.

"At least I know what's more important to you," I snarled and shook his hands off mine.

"I'm sorry but this role is really important for my career!" he tried to reason with me as I got off his lap. "You don't understand how important this is for me."

I felt hot and heavy with anger towards him. Of course I understood. I have been trying to understand him over and over again. Our second Valentine's Day together was filled with his absence. How long was this going to go on for? He is already on the front cover of magazines and the talk of Hollywood. What more could he want? I turned to face him with both my hands formed into a fist. "No, you don't understand how important my birthday is to me!" I screamed and stomped off to my bedroom.

"Lara Riley? Can you hear me?"

"She's opening her eyes. Lara, we're the paramedics. You have just fainted while skydiving. We are currently heading to the closest hospital to make sure you're okay."

"She looks pretty dazed right now. I don't think she is really registering what you're saying."

I hope everyone had a great Christmas and New Year. I know I said I would update in December when I come back but I was still buzzing from my holiday.

One thing I'm really happy about my holiday that's linked to this story is that I can describe London more accurately now. London is really beautiful, isn't it?

I hope my writing style has not changed and you all are not disappointed with this turn of story. As always, please review!