Find a Place for Me Again
Three
After being in the hospital for a week, I helped Jack get him home. I was still depressed about him forgetting about me, but I wasn't going to let Alex see me cry constantly. I'd save for when I go to bed at night, alone.
"If you need anything, I am across the hall, okay," I told him once I got him settled into bed with his TV remote and had his xbox set up to the bedroom TV so he can game or watch movies on it.
"Thank you Mackenzie," he replied. Hearing him say my whole first name really killed me inside. I missed hearing him say Kenzie or Kenz. I missed hearing baby or babe escape his lips when he told me he loved me.
"You're welcome, Alex. Please call me Kenzie. It's weird for me to hear you say my whole name. You hadn't said my whole name since we first met a little over two years ago," I told him.
"This is new to me, Kenzie," he replied apologetically, "What relation did you and I have before my accident?"
"You were my boyfriend," I told him.
"How long were we together before this happened," he asked.
"Two years. You'll remember in time, I can't rush you," I told him.
"I know it hurts for you to see me like this. I wish I could remember the piece I'm missing in my life. But there's this shadow looming in my mind keeping me from see the last piece of the picture," he replied. I could tell it was frustrating him.
"Alex, you didn't ask for this. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just worry about getting your strength back," I told him.
"We look happy in this picture," he said as he pointed at the picture on his nightstand.
"Yeah we were that day," I replied as I sat next to him on the edge of the bed.
"What was going on that day," he asked.
"We went to my older sister's wedding and you were my date. That was just before we made love for the first time. You said you'd want to marry me one day when we were ready," I told him.
"You must have meant a lot to me if I made that promise," he replied.
"We meant a lot to each other. You still mean a lot to me. You've just lost your way," I told him.
"I hope I get my memory back. I don't like hurting you if you're what's missing in my memory," he looked up at me and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder.
"You'll get it back in time. Just let your injuries heal up first then worry about remembering the piece that's missing," I kissed his forehead and left the room.
I curled up in my new bed and cried. It hurt to talk to him about the things we did together that I can only remember. I hated feeling like this. I want him back so bad. I miss him so much.
"You're so close when you're so far away, when you're so far away," I sang quietly to myself. Those lyrics from No Idea rang with truth for me, even though I changed them a little to apply to myself singing about him. Alex had no idea his girlfriend was here and I was far away from him due to his amnesia.
"If you need anything, I am across the hall, okay," I told him once I got him settled into bed with his TV remote and had his xbox set up to the bedroom TV so he can game or watch movies on it.
"Thank you Mackenzie," he replied. Hearing him say my whole first name really killed me inside. I missed hearing him say Kenzie or Kenz. I missed hearing baby or babe escape his lips when he told me he loved me.
"You're welcome, Alex. Please call me Kenzie. It's weird for me to hear you say my whole name. You hadn't said my whole name since we first met a little over two years ago," I told him.
"This is new to me, Kenzie," he replied apologetically, "What relation did you and I have before my accident?"
"You were my boyfriend," I told him.
"How long were we together before this happened," he asked.
"Two years. You'll remember in time, I can't rush you," I told him.
"I know it hurts for you to see me like this. I wish I could remember the piece I'm missing in my life. But there's this shadow looming in my mind keeping me from see the last piece of the picture," he replied. I could tell it was frustrating him.
"Alex, you didn't ask for this. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just worry about getting your strength back," I told him.
"We look happy in this picture," he said as he pointed at the picture on his nightstand.
"Yeah we were that day," I replied as I sat next to him on the edge of the bed.
"What was going on that day," he asked.
"We went to my older sister's wedding and you were my date. That was just before we made love for the first time. You said you'd want to marry me one day when we were ready," I told him.
"You must have meant a lot to me if I made that promise," he replied.
"We meant a lot to each other. You still mean a lot to me. You've just lost your way," I told him.
"I hope I get my memory back. I don't like hurting you if you're what's missing in my memory," he looked up at me and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder.
"You'll get it back in time. Just let your injuries heal up first then worry about remembering the piece that's missing," I kissed his forehead and left the room.
I curled up in my new bed and cried. It hurt to talk to him about the things we did together that I can only remember. I hated feeling like this. I want him back so bad. I miss him so much.
"You're so close when you're so far away, when you're so far away," I sang quietly to myself. Those lyrics from No Idea rang with truth for me, even though I changed them a little to apply to myself singing about him. Alex had no idea his girlfriend was here and I was far away from him due to his amnesia.
So I just read what you have of this, and I'm sad to see it was never finished. :(
It's a bit rushed at some parts, but I really like the concept of it. It surprised me that you had him gain his memory back kind of quickly; I thought for sure the twist was going to be he was going to lose it again or something. I found it a bit odd how that was kind of the plot for the first half, and then this second part kind of diverted from it. But I really like what you have of it, it's really sweet. :)
If you ever choose to finish it, I will be here to read. Although I think a final chapter wrap-up would totally work for this, if you're struggling for inspiration. Just a final update to conclude it.
You're a great writer, and so, I just wanted to leave a comment letting you know that, and to show that people are still stumbling across this and reading it. :)
7/11/16