Oblivion of Memory

Chapter 4:

The train wouldn't arrive for another three hours. We had enough time to tidy up and eat breakfast. I got out of bed and got both our suitcases down, which I lowered to the floor.

"What are you doing?" he asks sleepily, sitting up in bed. Picking out new clothes.

"Why can't you wear the ones from yesterday?" He asks intrigued.

"Ew, so gross," I laugh, "Is that really what you do?"

"Only sometimes," he pleads.

"I beg to differ." I paused, "Now turn around so I can get changed.

"Ughh," he complained and hid underneath the covers. It was like yesterday never had happened and we weren't doing something completely dangerous.

I changed into my clothes in record breaking times and said, "Okay, you can come out now."

I threw a t-shirt at him and said, "Get dressed. I'll wait outside." I opened the cabin door and walked outside. From somewhere I could smell yummy breakfast food ready to be eaten. I walked toward the smelling, landing myself two cars over.

"Klara," I hear someone yelling. I turn around and find Peter stalking over from one of the other carts. For some reason, he looks angry.

When he finally reaches me, he says, "You got to stay close to me. When I opened that door and saw you were gone, I didn't know what to think," he looked me hard in the eyes and said, "You got to remember, we aren't here to be tourists. You know outside the complex that they do things differently and we don't know if it's safe yet."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

Then a random woman came up and said, "Aww, is this your first fight? I remember those days. Sorry, I don't mean to impede or anything, but I just had to ask. Are you guys traveling on your honeymoon?" Honeymoon, what the heck does that mean? I elbow him in the stomach, meaning just go along with it and nod.

"Yes, we are just beginning our honeymoon." Hopefully this is what they wanted to hear, right?

"You love birds should get along like you just first started dating, since it's your honeymoon." Her husband grabs her arm and they walk away.

Dating? Does she think that we're together?

Grateful that they had walked away, Peter yanked me to a table.

Suddenly, the girl from the next table adds, "We overheard that you are on your honeymoon. We hope you have fun. Where are you going?"

I looked at Peter because I was so distraught yesterday that I realized I don't even know where we are going.

"Virginia." Peter bluntly stated.

"Oh," they both replied in unison.

"We went to Florence for our honeymoon." the man stated with love in his eyes.

We grabbed the menu as we looked at what we could get at this complimentary breakfast.

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As we got off the train, we saw the couples that we had talked to and waved, but Peter didn't see what I was doing. I bumped him and he started waving too. After we were done waving I realized I didn't know where we were going from here.

"Where are we going," I asked Peter as I grasped my luggage.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, 'I don't know."

"It means, I don't know."

"Then where are we going from here?"

"Come here." Peter mentioned me out of the public eye by taking me out of the train station.