I got Stefan settled into the house. He looked around for a bit. He kept looking at the photographs that were scattered all over the place of him and me. His forehead creasing like he was trying really hard to remember where each photo was taken and the memory behind it. I heard him sigh in frustration a few times.

We were eating spaghetti bolognese for dinner. We sat at the dining table. It was quiet at first. I didn't want to make him talk if he didn't want to. He was still readjusting to all of this.
"Do you like the spaghetti?" I asked him. He was playing around with it with his fork.
He looked up at me and smiled. "It's good." He said. There was a moment of silence. "How did we meet?" He asked me.
I looked at him, "Lexi introduced us. We met at one of her many parties that she throws. I was a bit too drunk." I said with a laugh, "and you looked after me for the whole night." I smiled at the memory. It was by far the best night of my life. His proposal came second to that night because without that night I would have never have met him.
He smiled as well. He didn't say anything for a while. He kept opening his mouth like he was trying to say something but didn't know how. And then he finally said, "how did I end up in the hospital?"
I looked away and then looked back at him. "You were in a car accident," I said finally breaking it to him.
He just looked at me and nodded like he was processing all of this. "Where was I going?" My heart stopped at this. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to tell him. How could I break it to him as he just got out of the hospital? "I'm sorry." He said to me. "I'm so sorry you had to go through it. And me asking questions must not be helping... It's just I want to know what happened."
I put my hand on top of his. "It's okay. I understand that you want to know. I really do but I don't think this is the time. You must be tired." I said as I got up and collected all the dishes. He didn't ask any more questions after that.

"Here I'll do the dishes." He offered as he took the plate away from me.
"No, no it's okay. You can rest." I said to him trying to take it away from him.
"I might have lost a bit of my memory but I didn't lose how to clean dishes." He joked with a smile.
I smiled at him and took the plate back. "Yes but you need rest and I don't mind doing two plates and a pan and two forks."
"I slept for a month and a half, I don't need more rest." He said laughing but I could tell from his eyes that he was tired. I hid the plate behind my back so he wouldn't get it. He playfully tried to get the plate away from me. His arms wrapped around me like they used to as he grabbed the plate. He held his arms there. His embrace felt so good like old times. I stared into his green eyes. His head was now inches away from me, I could feel his breath.

He leaned closer towards me but as his lips were nearly touching mine he moved away, hesitating. He turned to the rest of the dirty dishes and started washing them.
"Please put the plate in the sink. I don't want to have to wrestle it out of you." He said jokingly. I laughed. "You laugh now now but I was going to become a professional wrestler."
I laughed even harder now. "Really?" I said in disbelief.
"Yes but they said I was too good and they didn't want me to outshine the rest of the kids." He said to me.
"How old were you when you wanted to become a wrestler?" I asked.
"20." He simply said.
"And you were in a class of kids? How old were they?" I asked him.
"... 12..." I was nearly in tears as he said that. "Hey! They were tough big kids. They bullied me each lesson!" He said fake crying.
"Oh no... That must have been horrible. I can't imagine why they would bully you." I said sarcastically as I laughed.
He smiled as he stared at me.

We continued on like that for another hour, joking around. It was good because it felt like old times but it hurt as well because it reminded me of everything we had lost. It was like we had to start all over again. At least we had another shot... I didn't want to think what would happen if he actually died. I couldn't imagine my life without him.
"Goodnight." He said to me. He was sleeping in the guest bedroom and I was sleeping in our bedroom. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. We were taking things one day at a time.
"Night." I said. We stared at each other for a moment before we both closed the door.

I tossed and turned in my bed. I felt so lonely without him sleeping next to me. I decided to get up to get a glass of water. I heard footsteps in the kitchen. Please be Stefan. Please be Stefan, I begged. Please don't be a murderer. I walked cautiously to the kitchen. My heart was racing a million miles per hour. I grabbed an umbrella from the stand right next to the shelf. I turned on the kitchen light slowly, umbrella raised in hand ready to hit the person.
"Woah." I heard him say. His hands were raised as if to say he was no harm. I dropped the umbrella on the floor. "Sorry." He said with a sheepish grin. "I couldn't sleep."
"Me neither." I said as I tried to slow my heart beat. "What kept you up?" I asked him.
"I just... I don't mean to bring this up. I know it's hard for you but... I can't stop thinking about happened that night." He said to me.
I took a deep breath. I knew he was going to ask this question but I was hoping he wouldn't.
"Do you remember a girl named Katherine?" I asked him hesitating a bit. I wonder how much he had remembered.
"Yes." He said slowly probably wondering why I was asking about that.
"Do you know how you broke up?" I asked him.
There was a pause and then shook his head. I sighed quietly. I really did not want to be the one to tell him this.
"A few years ago, before you had met me... Katherine was driving somewhere and she... Well, she got into... I don't know how to say this to you." I said pausing every now and again trying to think of what I was going to say next. "She got into a car accident as well." I said to him and his eyes widened. I didn't know whether to go on or not. I waited for him to say something.
"Okay..." He said creasing his forehead.
I gulped. "She didn't... She didn't make it." I said to him.
We didn't say anything for a while. He just sat on the kitchen chair looking away into space. I moved closer towards him. I wanted to make sure he was okay but I didn't want to prod him, make him do or say something when he wasn't ready.
"What does that have to do with my car accident?" He said slowly after a while. He still didn't look at me. He was staring somewhere off to the side of me.
"You were visiting her grave that day." I said to him. Silence filled the room after that.

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