Memory

2

Demi

I'm getting released today. My family came through multiple times, but Wilmer never left. He was walking around the room, getting my stuff together now. He gave me a change of clothes that I gladly took, but stood there awkwardly until he realized I wasn't comfortable changing in front of him.

"Oh right! Sorry, it's just natural for me I guess." He said, and dipped out of the room. Once I was done, I opened the door and walked out, a little wobbly since I'd been laying in a hospital bed for two weeks. Wilmer sat in a chair, his head in his hands.

"I'm ready."

He jumped up immediately, "Your family went home, they didn't want to overwhelm you." He said softly, and I nodded, walking with him to the front desk where I sighed a paper, for us to leave. Once I put down the pen I stared at the signature.

"How did I just do that?"

Wilmer smiled, "The doctor said that automatic reactions, like walking, or signing your name, since you've done that so many times, with me a reflex for you."

I nodded, still a little freaked out, "Oh, okay."

As we walked to the car, we were both silent, walking a few feet apart. He put a hand on my back, turning to a sleek black car, 'AUDI' written in script across the back with four circles. He opened the door for me and helped me in, then got in himself, and me were off. I watched his face as we drove, trying to pull something inside of me that would have a memory about this strange man who looked at with adoration even though I had no idea who he was, however, all I drew was a blank, and a sense of security being around him.

Wilmer's eyes flitted over to me before going back to the road, causing me to blush and look down, "Don't worry about it." He murmured, "You always liked to watch me." A hint of a smile played on his lips, "You said it was so that you'd never miss anything."

I looked at my hands, "How long have we been together?"

He smiled, "Seven years, but married for two this May."

I nodded, "We don't have kids?"

Wilmer's hands tightened on the wheel, "No. You didn't want them so soon."

I nodded, "But did you?"

Slowly, he nodded, "I did, but I understood your reasoning. Right now though, I'm grateful we decided to wait. It did cause a fight between us though, but I got over it."

I sense that the topic was never really resolved, but changed the subject, "My mom told me we were in love, like she'd never seen before."

He smiled then, and it reached his eyes genuinely, "We are. At least, one of us is. When I met you, everything changed. I sobered up, stopped partying for the most part, I tried to be a better man, even when we were just best friends, in hopes that one day I'd be good enough for you."

I looked out the window as he slowed down and pulled into a winding driveway on a dirt road, "Oh my God." I whispered, as a beautiful house came into view, "We live here?"

Wilmer nodded, "You were in love with this house, and spent a ton of money getting it exactly how you wanted it." We got out and I walked up to the front door, running my hand over the wood. Wilmer punched in a code, then pushed the door open, "Welcome home Demi."

It was just as beautiful on the side as it was on the outside. We went into the hallway and climbed the stairs. Wilmer pushed open a door, "This is.. uh.. this is our bedroom."

I nodded, "Okay."

He set my bags down on the huge bed, "You must be hungry." He checked his watch, "It's late, but I think we can squeeze in some sushi. I'll go call it in while you get... familiarized."

I nodded and sat on the bed after he walked out, running my fingers over the sheets. They were soft, comforting. As I sat here, I felt an overwhelming sense of security, being in this room. I stood up, and walked over to a door, which appeared to be the closet. It was huge, with racks and racks of what I assumed to be my clothes. It was searching for something, anything, that could jog some sort of memory. But, nothing. I head footsteps behind me and turned around, seeing Wilmer there.

"I was just looking for pajamas." I muttered, thickly, wiping at the tears of frustration on my cheeks.

He smiled, "You thought pajamas were a waste of money since you wear my clothes to bed, so you never bought them."

I blushed, "Oh... okay."

He reached into a drawer and pulled out two bundles of clothes, "Here, wear these."

I took the clothes and stepped away from him, "I'll meet you downstairs?"

He frowned and his eyes softened, "It's okay to cry Demi.

I shook my head, "I don't even know you."

He nodded, "But I know you, inside and out. It's been my person mission to explore every inch of you, both mentally and physically, over the past seven years. And now, I get to do that all over again, But it's okay to be scared, I know you're trying to be brave and put on a good face but you don't have to pretend, not for me."

I closed my eyes as I felt tears rolled down my cheeks, "What if I never remember? What if I'm stuck like this forever? What kind of daughter doesn't remember her mother? What kind of wife doesn't remember her husband?"

He opened his arms and I walked into them without any hesitation. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other held my head against his chest, holding me tightly as I fisted his t-shirt, crying hard.

"Shh Demi, it's gonna be okay."

I shook my head, and lifted my head, staying in his arms. "But you don't know that! What if I never remember you?! Or my mom? My dad? My past?"

He sighed and cupped my cheek as I got hysterical, "Demi, if that happens, we'll deal with it. You're not alone in this. I'm gonna be next to you every step of the way. Please just trust me on this. I know you don't remember me, and that's okay, but you've got to trust me."

Slowly, I nodded, and as he pulled away, I found myself wishing desperately to be held by him again.

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