A Fight to Remember

The Line Snapped Pt. 1

Okay... things are moving along now, and we are back to where we left off with Meredith and Alzheimers... you may need to go back and re-read chapters 2-7 just to get back into the swing of things...

June 14 2034

Meredith

The candlelight faded in the glass candleholders in the grass. Tiny orange dots reflected off the inside of each holder, but the light did not seem to expand beyond their shadowy borders. A cool breeze chilled my cheeks, and I zipped my red hoodie and hugged myself, waiting. He should be here soon right?

I paced. I looked out at the clear starlit sky and wished. I should be ecstatic. I should be jumping for joy or something. I just did something... unheard of. Extraordinary. Worthy of the Meredith Chronicles... I poured my heart out. I committed. Became ham or whatever. I told him... I told him that I wanted to try and trust him... I told him that I was in this.

And he kissed me.

My fingers brushed my now cool lips and I sucked in a breath. That was... much better than a break-up kiss.

I definitely wasn't going to forget that kiss.

But where was he?

The champagne bottle was becoming heavy. My feet were sore. Where was he? What time was it? How long had I been here?

Fog slowly settled around my ankles. I paced. The wind blew. I just did something... unheard of. Extraordinary. Worthy of the Meredith Chronicles...

And he kissed me.

Where was he?

I paced. The wind blew. The champagne bottle brushed against my thigh as I swung it slightly.

I looked back at the way he left. Were those headlights I saw in the distance? I stopped. Waited. The fog now covered the clear sky. I couldn't see the stars.

Where was he?

I waited.

Movement in the distance. A shadow against darker shadows. I squinted. Waited. Excitement and anticipation trilled in me like I was being pulled up the tracks on a roller coaster. The dark sky lightened as a hint of sunrise peaked over the hill. Was that him?

The shadow approached, closer. But the fog. The fog is thicker now and I... can't see.

"Meredith," I can hear him.

I tried to push the fog away, but it's useless. The candles obviously aren't helping now either.

"Meredith!"

It's a shout now, closer I think. I need to call out, tell him I'm here, that I never left. My mouth opened. His name is on the tip of my tongue. He's the love of my life... he's all I ever needed, but- I can't say his name. What's his name? "I'm here!" I called out instead.

The fog ebbed and flowed around me. I spun and continued calling. "I'm here..." I can't remember his name. How could I forget his name? We kissed.

I paced. I waited. What was I waiting for? Where was I? I'm cold.

"Meredith."

There's a man in front of me, his features old, weary and desperate. Like he'd been searching for a long time for something. But his blue eyes are hauntingly familiar, and are so full of... love.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"It's me, Meredith." His hands rested on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"