Forget-Me-Not

8

I sip my coffee quietly as I watch the grasses dance with the wind. My dream is confusing me. What was that? I can't remember anything. All I can remember are only those words. I tried to scan my head for a hint of it but none. I see nothing at all. I sigh and stare at the blue skies. My memories are visiting me in my dreams but the moment I wake up they all vanish like they always do.

The news finally settled down. I've never heard any news about my disappearance or about my fiancée. I know there is something wrong in this whole picture. If only I can remember. I decided to retreat back inside the house. It is quiet. Timothy left earlier this morning and Mrs. Frero is on her day off. Mrs. James told me a while ago that she is going to the town to buy groceries.

I'm left alone here. I sigh as I drop my cup in the counter. I walk around the house watching paintings and pictures but it didn't took an hour to finish the whole tour. I stop in front of the music room and I remember that incident. My mother died while my younger self wasn't able to do anything. I wasn't able to call the police or cry for help. Am I that useless like I am right now?

I push the door open and I can see the instruments back in place. I take small steps inside as if I am walking on thin ice. I leave the door open. I see the violin case resting on its stand at the right side of the room. I walk towards the window and push the curtain aside. The sun rays hits the walls and lighten up the whole place.

A paper on top of the table beside me captures my eye. They are music pieces. It doesn't have a title or who wrote it. I scan the pages and see that it isn't finish yet. I read the notes and it is written by a sad person. Did Timothy wrote this? I hear the shrill tone of the phone downstairs. I drop the papers as to where I found it and hurriedly answer the phone. Who is calling this early?

"Hello, Lopez's residence. May I know who is calling?"

"Hello? Olivia?"

I take a sit bedside the phone. "Yes, it is her. May I know who is speaking?"

"Olivia, it's me Tiffany. Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone. Why did you call Tiffany?"

"Wanna go hang out?"

"That would be great but..."

"But?"

"Timothy is not here and I'm alone. I don't know how to drive a car."

"Silly girl. I'll fetch you of course. Don't worry about Timothy. He even told me to call you for a day out."

"Huh? Why?"

"You need fresh air besides you haven't checked out the whole town yet."

"Maybe you're right. Fetch me in an hour. Is that good?"

"Great! See you!"

"Yeah." I bring the phone back to its stand and I head to the kitchen and grab something to eat, after all, I told Tiffany to fetch me after an hour.

I fix myself a bangle and head to my room. I take my phone and send Timothy a message just in case Tiffany didn't inform him. I don't want him searching the whole town just because I decided to go out with Tiffany. That would be a real pain on both parties.

 From: Olivia

Hey, I just want you to know that Tiffany asked me to accompany her to town. Will be alright if I go?

Before, I bring my phone back to my table it vibrated. That was quick, especially since he is busy with his patients. Maybe, I should go visit him in his work sometimes, just to see how he handles little kids. That thought let out a giggle to my lips as I take a big bite from my bangle.

From: Timothy

It will be fine. Tiffany already told me about your plans, so, don't hesitate to by the things you want. I told Tiffany to let you have some fun. It's good that you enjoy the town.

From: Olivia

Maybe you're right. Well, I'll make sure to enjoy myself. :D Thank you.

From: Timothy

Don't worry about it. Don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything. Okay?

From: Olivia

Yeah.

I drop my phone on the bed and open the window. The cold morning air enter my room. I close my eyes savoring the fresh morning breeze but I have to get ready, Tiffany will be here any moment. I chew on my bangle as I search my closet. I decided to wear a blue loose pants, white racer back and beaded sandals. The bath was warm and soothing. It was a great bath to loose sore muscles and stress. I decided to let my hair hang loose. I am putting on my sandals when I hear the doorbell ring.

I grab my purse that I left on my bed side table and stuff my wallet, which Timothy gave me, and phone. I dash downstairs and as expected Tiffany arrived in front of the door earlier than the said time. She's quite punctual.

"Hey," I kiss her on the cheeks.

She hugs me. "Finally, I get to hang out with you."

I laugh at her. "Yeah me too."

"You look great."

"I should say the same thing about you."

"Are you ready?" She gestures to the car that is waiting.

I nod at her. We both ride at the back seat, she told the driver precise orders as to what she wish. She seems like she already planned what to do already. I don't care anyways. I stare at the window, watching people walking by the streets. I watch couples, families and friends pass by each other. They all wear a smile to their faces like they never worry a thing at all. I wonder if I used to have a life like that.

"Olivia!"

I jump on my seat when Tiffany suddenly grab my shoulders. I let out a sigh.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"You really didn't hear everything I said," she state with a frown.

I laugh when she stare at the window like I offended her. "Sorry, really. I was thinking about something. What were you asking about a while ago?"

She pout at me, weighing if she will tell me or not. She choose the latter. "Not telling you."

"Fine. I'll just call Timothy that I'll go home," I say taking out my phone.

She suddenly turn to me with big green eyes. "What? Why will you that? We haven't started yet!"

I shrug. "I hate offending people and it seems like I offended you a while ago so..."

"No! I asked you a while ago if you want to go shopping first," she blurt out.

I grin at her evilly. She just suddenly realized what she did, her cheeks are red as a tomato while I am laughing my ass off because of her. She glare at me but I just laugh harder at her.

"Are you done?" She coldly says.

I giggle at her. "A little."

She mutter. "No wonder why Timothy kept you."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"No – nothing. I just said that I'm glad Timothy rescued you." She cover up after realizing that she said it loud enough for me to hear.

I smile at her, pretending that I didn't hear her falter. "Yeah me too."