Forget-Me-Not

6

"You think I look fine?" I ask Timothy.

We are on our way to his parent's house. Right after Orange gave me a makeover, Timothy dragged me to all the stalls available just to look for an outfit for their family dinner. I don't see why I am invited? I glance at my reflection in the side mirror. My long chestnut wavy hair was trimmed short and dyed black. Orange also gave me a bangs that nearly covered my eyes.

I feel different. The moment I saw myself in the mirror, I could feel my confidence boost up. Confident that I could make through it. I glance at the bright green trees, reminding me of Timothy's eyes. The sun is barely setting in the horizon. The more the distance between his parent's house lessen, the more edgy I get. I'm meeting up with Timothy's family after all.

"To be honest?" He said, not leaving his eyes on the road.

I nod. "So?"

He glance at my direction and back to the road again. He is quiet for a while, making me nervous. I glance at him waiting for his answer. I fidget around as I wait for his answer.

"I think you look terrible."

I stare at him in horror. I don't know if he is lying or telling the truth with the poker face he has. I can't face his family looking like a mess. "Go back."

"What?"

"I said go back. Turn this damn car back to your villa this instant."

"What? Why?"

"Turn this fucking car back!"

He stop the car in the middle of the road. I jump from my seat when I hear a horn blast from behind. I turn to see two vehicles lining behind us. What is wrong with him? I open the car door on my side. The cars swivel right pass us. I slam the door shut.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yell at Timothy when he got out of the car.

"What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?" He spat. "Suddenly, you started screaming to drive the car back to the villa. Are you insane? The villa is an hour drive and my parent's house is just three kilometers away and you expect me to drive back?"

"Do you expect me to show up to you parent's house looking like a mess?" I wave my hands to emphasis my point.

He shot me a glare. "Who told you that you look like a mess?"

Am I the one who has amnesia here? "You told me five minutes ago!"

"I never said you were a mess."

"You told me I look terrible!"

He run his hands through his hair. I suspect that he does that when he is frustrated. "Which part of that joke do you not understand?"

I raise my hand up in a complete surrender. "Oh, sorry me. I didn't get the joke."

"You know what just get in the car. We are running late." He open his car side door. "We are creating traffic."

I stand on my ground. "I'm not getting in that car."

"Don't make me drag you inside this car."

"Make me," I said, before turning my back to him and walk to the opposite direction.

"Dammit, where are you going?"

"Away from you," I yelled back.

"Stop acting like a kid."

I could feel the cold night air biting through my exposed skin. "Then stop making sarcastic jokes."

I can't hear him make a comeback nor any engine sounds. I glance at the road right in front of me. The sun is slowly hiding behind the mountains and the night sky slowly show up. I could hear the crickets and the frogs sing their songs around me.

"Olivia," I hear Timothy call me. I stop dead on my tracks but I didn't face him. I hug myself when the cold air blasted leaving goose bumps on my skin. Curse this dress and the jacket that I left in Timothy's villa.

"What do you want?" I keep my attention directly on the road in front of me.

Neither one of us made a move. I could see headlights from a distant coming towards our direction. I hear Timothy sigh behind me. I turn around to see him staring at the setting sun. I stare at the evening sky realizing how peaceful it is up here.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I glance at Timothy to see him staring at me with a weird look in his eyes. I glance away. I can't bear to look at him. I heave out a sigh.

"I'm sorry," I keep my eyes anywhere except in his direction.

I hear footsteps coming closer. I could see the toes of his shoes in my view. I feel his fore finger on my chin bringing my eye sight level with his. I stare at his eyes. They give me a sense of familiarity. His green eyes. I have a feeling that I have seen them somewhere else.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, his tone filled with concern.

"Those eyes," I whisper and cup my hand on his cheek. "I've seen them somewhere else but I don't know when and where."

Timothy give me tight smile. His eyes are full with relief and sadness. "Maybe you have."

I nod and drop my hand. "I guess, we should go. Your parents might be wondering where we are."

He nod and stalk towards his car. I stand still on my spot, watching him make his way towards the car. My mind starts to ache thinking. I've seen those eyes. Why didn't I notice it earlier? I hear the roar of the engine and I quickly made my way towards it. I let out a sigh of relief when I feel the blast of warm air when I enter Timothy's car.

"I'm sorry about what I said a while ago," Timothy said before stepping on the gas.

I lean on the window. "Me too. Sorry for acting like a child."

"It's fine. You don't look terrible. I just - I just can't find the right words to fill it. Beautiful would be an understatement."

I could feel my cheeks heat up. "Thank you."

"So, are you ready to face my family?" Timothy asked when we stop in front of a large gate.

I nod. "Yeah."