"So? What's up?" James asked as they swung on the swings. Luckily, Jackson hadn't been in the park when they'd arrived. Rosemary shrugged.
"Hanging in there, I suppose," she said dryly. "I mean, things are going good. But do you actually think I'll be able to, you know, do it? Manage to get myself in school again?"
"You're close, aren't you?" James smiled warmly. "You've already started a lot of grade 9 curriculum. You just have a bit more to catch up, and you're good and ready to go. I think you'll be ready after the winter break, or maybe even Thanksgiving."
"That's in a month, almost," Rosemary said thoughtfully. "I think I can do it."
"You know you can." James smiled. "Just like I know you can."
She smiled, her stomach fluttering again—she didn't understand it. Her stomach was normally fine when she wasn't—
Oh.
Oh.
She blushed, looking away. "Thanks," she mumbled.
They fell into silence, the only sound being the soft creaks of the chains being pulled as they swung. The wind bit against Rosemary's long brown hair and she closed her eyes, opening them back quickly. When she closed them, she was afraid that she was going to fall.
"You know," she said suddenly. "What you said last time we saw each other, at the library. You told me to not forget who I was."
"Mhm." James gave her a questioning glance. "So?"
"That's...what I think I'm afraid of," she whispered. "Forgetting who I am. Sometimes I think I'll go to sleep and wake up with no memory of who I am. Because...I've been getting some bursts of amnesia, and—"
"What?" James swiveled his head to stare at her, his brows furrowed. "What did you say?"
"Amnesia," she said, tilting her head. "Memory loss. But it's temporary. Like, that one time I forgot about meeting with Charlotte a couple days ago—"
"Rose," said James. "When did you wake up from your coma?"
"Um," she said, thinking hard. "September...20. Today's October..."
"28th," James responded, his eyes wide. "Mary?"
"Yeah?" she asked, confused at his sudden change in behavior.
"These blank spots you get, this amnesia...that's not normal."
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Hi. If you're listening, it means that I'm dead.
Hi. If you're listening, it means that I'm dead.
Hi. If you're listening, it means that I'm dead.
Hi. If you're listening, it means that I'm dead.
His fingers turned white as he clutched his phone. He threw it against the wall, where the screen shattered with a sickening crack. It had been two years and two months since she died.
He couldn't handle it.
Couldn't handle a death like hers.
He loved her.
He hated her.
He missed her.
"Love you," he whispered, looking out the window, "to Neptune and back."
~ Lyn
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Mystery Italics Man? (I'm so sorry I keep asking, you can like ignore this question if you want, but like answer at least sometimes!)
This was a short chapter, sorry, BUT I wrote another one today, so we're good, right?
How did you like the ending? I found it a little sad. This dude is really depressed, aint he?
Wonder who he is...
Like, maybe he isn't even someone you know yet. You never know!
ALSO, VERY IMPORTANT—I am not a med student, nor am I learning about health related issues, like comas. I am solely relying on Google and research to help me. That means I might get things wrong, like symptoms, aftermaths, impacts, whatever. And I truly am very sorry for that! <3
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