Forget-Me-Not

21

"I—I can't really remember anything," I gulp and wrap my arms around me, seeking comfort when Timothy didn't move an inch. "I can only remember a person drugging me and after that I can't—I don't remember the rest and—"

"Stop."

I let out a sharp gasp when he suddenly stood up and watch him pace back and forth in front of me. I've seen what an upset Timothy looks like but the expression that I'm seeing on his face is something that I'm not used to. Anger. I don't know how to approach this kind of Timothy. I knew I shouldn't have told him about my dream but I'm only delaying the inevitable but not telling him. I know he has the answers to some of those.

"Timothy—"

"Don't."

A simple word from him made me zip my mouth. I continue to watch him, waiting for his next actions. He run his fingers through his hair and pulling it at a same time while chanting 'I'll kill him.'

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and hug him from behind. I can feel anger radiating from him, but this made him stop walking. "I'm sorry. I thought they were just dreams but when they happened again, I realized that they were my memories. I know I should have told you about them but...I got scared, Timothy."

"Why?" He said, not looking at me.

I press my cheeks to his back. "Because I don't want you to look at me differently."

I felt him sigh and turn. He returned my embrace and I let out a sigh of contentment. I felt him place his chin on top of my head. "I would never look at you differently."

I felt all my worries ease away. It felt like it was the missing piece I need to let go of all my fears. Something I didn't know that I needed.

We were in each other's embrace for quiet sometime before Timothy broke the silence. "Is there something else that you are not telling me?"

I pause. I tried to recall some of my dreams but some were hazy already, so I told him what I can only recall. He listened attentively to what I'm saying and didn't interrupt me. There are times that I felt his hold on me tighten or a frown would form on his face when I tell him about my so-called fiancée.

When I finished narrating to him everything, he was quiet and unmoving. His silence made my anxiety peak up again. I want to know what he is thinking. He isn't doing or saying anything at all. If it wasn't for his heartbeat, I would think that he is a statue.

"Timothy?" I pull away from him, but he tightens his hold, preventing me.

He looked at me before capturing my lips. I kiss him without holding back. I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his heartbeat against mine and all the worries that I have vanished.

"Olivia," He murmured my name.

"Hmm?"

"Those aren't dreams," he said while looking at me firmly in my eyes.

I gasp. I knew that they aren't just dreams but the confirmation that came from Timothy made it real. Now, I know why my brain wanted me to forget those memories, they were all ugly and dark. But the part where I lost my memories or the reason why I lost my memories, I have no recollection of them. I want to know who wanted me dead. Who chased me onto that cliff?

"What made you so sure that those weren't dreams, Timothy?" I asked, hoping that his answer would change.

He gulped and reach for my hand before answering. "I was there in most of your dreams. Remember the dream about the baby that you told me just now? It was real, Olivia."