On the way home. (#Wattys2015)

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The pain in my body is now less than previous days and the doctor said that exercising can do me some improvement. You know, like walking for five minutes, since that's the amount of time my body can actually resist. I believe in his word, but he has prohibited me to see Taylor, due to her lack of memory. He thinks that if she sees me, things will get worse. I think the opposite. I think she might remember me and that maybe the memories might come flooding in, but there is a part of me that thinks she'll never remember me and that hurts a lot to think of. I step out of the hospital room, directly to the nurse in charge of Taylor. I recognize her, since the doctor said if I needed to know anything about her, I should ask either of them.

''Hi,'' I clear my throat. ''Can I see my fiance?'' She looks at me, pitiful eyes and a warm-almost-smile.

''Just don't tell the doctor.'' She grabs my arm and helps me walk toward Taylor's room. I have a smile on my face, since I can't contain the joy that I am feeling right now. My heart is throbbing so fast, it's unimaginable, and my knees are trembling. I am feeling like a total smitten school boy.

''Thank you.'' I find her lying in the bed, staring at the wall in front of me. She still looks beautiful. How can someone be this pretty?

''Who are you?'' She asks, with no facial expression on her face. Then, her eyebrows furrow and I feel completely useless coming down to words. I don't know what to say to her, since I don't want to make the whole situation worse than it actually is, but I want to tell her who I am and where we stand in this world.

''Just a friend.''

''I'm sorry you don't look familiar to me. Doctor says I'm lacking my memory previous the accident. I still don't know who was with me.'' She clears her throat, fixing her sitting position.

''I was with you.''

''Polly told me about a guy, which I think that's you. Sadly, she's the only one I can recall.'' She starts to cry and her breathing is heavy. I don't know what to do, because I want to hug her even tighter than I've ever had and fix everything, but I simply can't.

''Don't cry.'' I grab her hand, placing a gentle kiss on top of it. Her flesh is cold on my chapped lips, but I don't mind. Her touch is different, this time.

''I can't remember a thing and my head hurts,'' She then looks at me, with no hope in her broken eyes. ''Harold, isn't it?'' She remembers. ''Polly told me you were rooms away from me.''

''That's all she said?'' She nods and I lose all my faith, letting go of her delicate hand.

''I don't understand why is she the only one I can remember.'' I can hear the frustration in her voice, it seems like she was drowning and it was completely understandable.

''I wish it was me, instead of you.''

''Huh?''

''I wish it was me in your position, I hate seeing you like this.''

''Harold,'' She grabs my hand. ''Things happen for a reason, I still don't know what good side will all of this bring, but I'm sure everything will turn out okay. I promise you that.''

''You speak like you know me.'' I say, smiling down at the ground.

''I do, I just don't remember knowing you.''

''Sucks to be me.'' I respond. She shakes her head, offering me a friendly smile.

She looks at my hand, running her thumb back and forth the 3 scars. ''Your hands are scarred and so is your face.''

''It's okay.'' I offer her the friendliest smile on the list, she offers me one back. We remain silent until Poppy entered the room, with a box of donuts in her hand.

''Are you guys busy?'' Poppy asked as she shut the door behind her. I look at her, then at Taylor.

''No,'' I stand up. ''We were just finishing.'' I stand up from the chair and then I can feel Taylor's hand stopping me from leaving. She looks at me with those deep blue ocean eyes and I can see a tiny smile stretching out on her chapped lips, I smile back and then she lets me go.

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I can't stop thinking about Taylor. Everything about her seemed different, but at the same time she was still the same. That scares me a little bit. I thought she was going to rage on me about the accident and how she doesn't remember me, but she was calmed. My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in." I speak, putting my back against one of the pillows.

"Harry," Polly. She looks a little bit drained, like something bad is going on in her life. But I have no interest whatsover in knowing, not because I don't care about her, I really do. I just have a lot on my shoulders to carry on with and other people's problems are the last thing I care about. "How are you?" She asks, walking closer to me. Her hand reached my arm and she grabs it tight.

"Seriously?" I look at her, really bothered by her question since it is obvious how I am. I am tired and down and heart broken and at the same time, I'm still trying to see the bright side of all of this. And I still don't get why is this happening to us, it's like life decided to throw the worst at us just because we were the happiest. Like it wanted to shattered us down.

"Sorry," She scratches her temple, looking down. "I was trying to be nice." I chuckle, trying to figure out what her intentions of this visit were.

''What do you want Polly?''

''I came here to apologize for interrupting your conversation with Taylor.'' Her arms are crossed, she sounds sincere.

''Why didn't you tell her I was her fiance?''

''It wasn't a good idea,'' She shakes her head. ''I think she deserved to know you were friends, just not a couple...''

''Why?''

''Because, I don't know. I'm sorry okay!?'' She exclaims. ''I don't want to mess with her head, take it slow Harry. If you want her to love you like before, stating the fact you are engaged won't make it happen. Earn her love.'' Then I watch her leave the room, shutting the door really loud. I start to feel like she agrees with Taylor's mom, but how can the world actually know what happens between two people. They're no one to understand the love two people have for each other, they see what they want to see.