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One Month Later
Mitchie's POV
"Where's the show tonight?" Mikayla asks as we sit in my tour bus.
"Somewhere in Ohio." I admit. I should know the city where we're playing but I've been too sidetracked to care.
It's been exactly a month since Mikayla woke up from her coma, exactly a month since I've become a friend to my fiancé. At first I was hopeful that things were going to work out, I tried every day to bring her memory back but nothing worked. She was left in the hospital for another week after recuperating and was later discharged. Things were going well when she was there but as soon as she was forced to leave, things got worse.
Flashback
"This is where we were supposed to live." I say as I close the door behind us. While Mikayla was in the hospital, my parents and her dad all helped move our things into our cabin.
"So we live here?" She asks.
"We were going to before everything happened." I say.
"Where's my room?" She asks as she looks around.
"Well I thought we'd share the master bedroom." I admit.
"Oh." She says quietly then looks down. I feel myself grow sad at the fact that I may have to sleep in a separate bed than my girlfriend.
"We don't have to if you don't want." I say but hope against it.
"Maybe just for today I can sleep alone?" She suggests.
"Uh, yeah that's fine." I lie. I walk her upstairs and into the guest room. She sets her stuff down on the side of the door and turns to look at me.
"Can I have a few minutes to change?" She asks.
"Sure." I close the door behind me and walk over to the master bedroom. Everything is going completely wrong, this isn't how things were supposed to work out.
I throw myself onto the bed and just let the tears fall. I can't believe my Mikayla is lost behind this girl who I don't even know. I need a way to bring her back to me, I can't just share a house an pretend that everything is okay.
"I'm back." I hear Mikayla say as she stands by the room doorway.
"Oh, uh, come in." I say as I quickly wipe my tears so she won't notice.
"Everything okay?" She asks.
"Just peachy." I lie.
"What do you have planned for us to do?" She asks.
"What do you want to do?" I ask her.
"I'd like to see a movie." She shrugs.
"A scary movie?" I ask her. That's usually what Mikayla likes to watch anyway.
"Yeah! How'd you know?" She asks with a laugh.
"You usually never stop making me watch scary movies with you." I admit.
"You like them too?" She asks.
"As your girlfriend, I kind of have to." I laugh as I point that out to her.
The two of us make our way downstairs and I set up the movie. Mikayla takes a seat at the corner of the couch, opposite side of where I am. I feel a little awkward with her so far away from me so I slowly scoot over to her.
"You get scared easily?" She asks when she notices that I'm next to her.
"You usually let me cuddle into you." I admit.
"Oh." She replies. "Here." She opens up her arm slowly and I awkwardly snuggle into her. This doesn't feel right at all, it's like I'm cuddling with my sister.
"You don't have to be so tense." I admit as the movie begins. All I can feel is Mikayla's tense muscles, she's usually so relaxed.
"I, uh, this is awkward." She admits and removes her arm from around me. "Sorry."
"No, i'm sorry." I admit and pull away. The movie begins and I completely lose focus. I scoot back to the opposite end of the couch and just stare blankly at the screen. Occasionally I glance over at Mikayla who seems to be fairly interested in the film. My tears return and I can't help but begin to cry. The tears turn to sobs as I'm forced to accept the fact that this might not ever be the same again.
"You okay?" I hear Mikayla ask as I take off running upstairs.
I make it into the bedroom and throw myself face down into my pillows. I'm not afraid to cry out and nearly scream in emotional pain. This was never supposed to happen, this is all a nightmare. Three months ago I was happily engaged to this girl, and now, now it's like we're strangers.
"Mitchie?" I hear her concerned voice appear from the doorway. She repeats my name a few times, each time growing closer.
"What?" I finally answer as I pull away from my pillows.
"Are you okay?" She asks. I feel the bed sink and I notice she's sitting at the edge of it, just a few feet away from me.
"What do you think?" I choke out. "My fiancé doesn't remember who I am. She can't hold me because she thinks it's awkward. I can't kiss her or touch her because she fears the worst.. I'm not okay, Mikayla, I'm not."
"I'm sorry." She says and then the room grows quiet.
"I want to be able to believe that this is temporary but I can't help but feel like this is forever." I cry.
"I wish there was something I could do." She admits.
"I can't force you to love me like before." I say.
"I wish I could."
"I want to hold you in my arms again, and know that you feel the same way about me too."
"Give me time." She begs.
"I know," She shakes her head. "I just need a sign that everything will be okay. That if I continue to fight that somehow we will be okay."
I watch closely as Mikayla stands up from her spot and walks over to me. She looks down into my tearful eyes and then bends down to kiss me. Our lips come together but quickly separate and in that moment I feel hopeful again.
"How was that?" She asks as she pulls away.
"Not as good as usual," I admit. "But I guess you have to start somewhere."
"You have soft lips." She points out.
"You usually like them." I say as I wipe away all the remaining tears. Kissing Mikayla now may be a little awkward, but at least it's something.
"I can see why." She states as she stands awkwardly in front of me.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Um, I don't know." She answers.
"Was that kiss too much?"
"No, i liked it." She says.
"Well then?"
"I still think this is all awkward." She admits. "But nothing against you, you're beautiful. It's just that I don't know if I can get used to the idea that im yours."
"Come on tour with me." I suggest randomly. There's no possible way to bring her memory back than to take her where it all began.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She says nervously.
"I think it would help you remember." I say.
"How?" At this point she's seated beside me, playing with the sheets of the bed.
"Because that's where our relationship began," I admit. "Maybe it can be your trigger."
"Is this a good idea?" She asks.
"Please," I plead. "I want to help you remember, Mik."
"Okay." She states. "But what if it doesn't work?"
"I guess we'll have to figure that out when we get there. I want to believe that this will work, okay?" I say faithfully.
"I hope this works too." She smiles.
End Flashback
Mikayla has been on tour with me for two weeks now and although I imagined this would help, I quickly came to realize that my beliefs were completely wrong. She's been better about accepting that we're together but she still tenses when I hold her, and she hardly ever let's me kiss her.
She's been staying on my tour bus and although we share the bed in the back, she tends to sleep at the very edge of her side. It's not like she completely ignores me, because she doesn't, but things will never be like they used to be. Our kisses haven't been more than three seconds long and the one time we made out she pushed away from me because things were getting too heavy. I'm so afraid of touching her, of letting her know that we can be as close as she wants us to be.
"May I watch your set tonight?" She asks randomly.
"Of course you can." I say in response. She usually just lays out here in the tour bus while I perform.
"I'm sorry I haven't yet." She says. "It's all still hard for me."
"It's okay," I nod. "It will all get better in time, right?"
Mikayla nods then goes back to reading the book that's in her hands. I can't help but admit that I'm almost all out of hope. Over the past few days I've started to accept the fact that my Mikayla is never coming back to me, and that somehow I must settle with the girl who's seated right across from me.
"You're on in thirty minutes." I hear my manager say from the front of the bus. "Get moving, Mitchie."
I quickly stand up and offer Mikayla my hand. She looks at it then hesitates a little before putting her book away and taking my hand. I intertwine our fingers together as I lead us from the back of the bus to the front.
"All set?" My manager asks and I nod.
We follow her over to the dressing room and I keep my hand tightly around Mikayla's. Even such a small action like holding hands still has her a little tense. When we enter the room she lets go of my hand and sits comfortably on the couch.
"Are you nervous?" She asks in an attempt to make small talk. We hardly converse when I'm in the dressing room, it's mostly her acting shy at the fact that i'm changing.
"I am now." I admit with a chuckle. "Thanks."
"Oh, you're welcome." She laughs.
I wait for everyone to clear the room and then walk over to pick out my outfit. "Should I do the black shorts and red strapless top or this black jumpsuit?" I ask her.
"The black and red one seems hot." She states. I can't help but look at her after she says that, that's a step up from anything she's said the last month.
"Okay, then red an black it is." I say. I slowly remove my current dress and walk over to stand in front of the mirror. Usually when I do this Mikayla tends to look away but today she's actually staring at me. "You like the view?" I ask jokingly.
"What? Uh, um.." She stutters and then can't manage to finish her sentence.
"You can say yes, you know." I tease. I turn to look at her and I can see a slight desire in her eyes, I hadn't seen her look that way in a long time.
"You're beautiful." She admits as she eyes me down. Maybe I should walk around in a bra and underwear more often if it will cause this reaction.
"Thank you." I smile at her.
"But please put some clothes on." She insists and I do as she demands.
"So how do I look?" I ask her when I have my outfit on and ready to go.
"Can I say you look hot?" She laughs. "Because you do."
I look at her a little taken back by her new found bold attitude. The idea that she may be slowly coming back to me flashes through my head but i quickly rid of it when i realize that will only bring my hopes up for nothing.
"Are you staying in here or actually watching my set?" I ask when the room grows quiet. She looks at me as she contemplates her answer.
"I'd like to see what you can do." She smiles and stands up.
"I'll have them set up your usual spot then." I tell her.
"Usual spot?" She questions.
"It's just a stool backstage that's designated for you and only you." I smile as I make my way over to her. "So you coming?" I offer her my hand and she just looks down at it.
"I'm coming." She states before placing her hand on mine and intertwining it in the process.
Mikayla's hand seems less tense this time, like something in that dressing room caused her to relax a little. That's not to say she's back though, because she's still a little hesitant of things. We make our way over to the side of the stage where i'm instructed to wait for my mic.
"Wow, that's a lot of people." She says as she peaks out through the side. "You have a lot of fans."
"Only one that I really care about." I say with a smile as i pull my hand away from hers and bring it around her back. I step into her and look into her eyes, searching for a sign. The fact that she's more relaxed has me upping my game.
"And who is that?" She asks seriously.
"You." I plant a small kiss on her lips but she pulls away before I can make anything off of it.
"I'm not comfortable doing this in front of everyone." She says as she tenses up in my arms. I pull away and turn around, fighting the tears.
"I have to go now." I say as I walk away. There was no need in staying and watching her try to remember me, this was all starting to get tiring. I don't know how long I can keep fight for her until it becomes pointless.
"Let's go, Mitchie." I feel myself being dragged over by my manager. She pushes me into my sound guy who hands me my mic.
"All set?" He asks.
"Yeah, i guess." I answer as I take the mic and commence the small walk on stage. The crowd looks extra packed tonight, lights and people everywhere.
"Hello Ohio!" I chant out as I recall that I still don't remember what city i'm in. The crowd cheers loudly as I appear in front of them and my band begins the intro to the show.
The concert goes on like every other one of them, except this time I find myself constantly glancing over backstage. Mikayla's seated at the stool, watching tentatively as I sing my songs. Part of me wishes to see her sing a long, but the other part just wants to see that she's still there.
"This next song is called Until You're Mine," I say a couple songs into my set. "Sing along if your know the words."
I look over at Mikayla one last time because beginning my song and in that moment I feel my whole world slowly slipping from my hands. She looks at me with a confused look when she realizes the music has started but the lyrics aren't coming out of my mouth. My band stops their instruments and the entire arena goes silent as I stare backstage in tears.
"I-I" I say as I choke on my tears. Everyone gasps and whispers between themselves as I finally gain the courage to speak. "I'd like to perform a different song if that's okay with y'all."
My band looks between themselves, surprised by my sudden actions. "You Found Me." I tell them quickly and they all nod.
The intro begins and i'm forced to look away from Mikayla before I break down in tears. "I found God on the corner of First and Amistad, where the west was all but one."I sing as I close my eyes, avoiding any eye contact or any lights. "All alone smoking his last cigarette, I said 'where you been'.. he said 'ask anything'."
"Where were you when everything was falling apart? All my days spent by the telephone, that never rang and all i needed was a call that never came to the corner of First and Amistad." I sing as I let the tears flow. In my head i'm seeing memories of everything, watching them all slip away.
"Lost and Insec-"I begin to sing but am interrupted by someone else's voice.
"Lost and insecure, you found me... you found me." I hear Mikayla's voice and I swear I think i'm going crazy. "Lying on the floor, surrounded.. surrounded."
Just as those last words are sung, I see Mikayla appear from backstage and make her way over to me. I felt like a dream as I watched her slowly reach me. "Why did you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late." We sing in unison and she stops directly in front of me. "You found me, you found me."
As soon as we conclude the chorus, I feel Mikayla throw her arms around me in an intense hug. I can't understand what's going on until I feel her pull back and connect our lips in one passionate kiss. "I remember," She cries out into the embrace. "Baby, I remember."
I didn't get as many reviews as I expected on my last chapter but quite frankly it doesn't matter because I owed you guys this one. Sweet reunion, eh? Review, maybe? Cool. Love you guys! Credit of idea goes to Demenalover18