Awake

Part 9: A happy time

After the night the stars met me, Eric and I spent more time together. Reminiscing on our high school years and whatnot. That was 3 months before losing my memories.

I never actually told him the full details of why I had been lying there, I felt like I'd be a burden if I told him, and I didn't really trust him enough for that. I've always been the type to keep my problems to myself and solve them on my own. That was also something that I should've fixed. But I did ask him a question that had been on my mind.

"How come you're back in Sincalista?" I asked with a smile on my face, looking at him from across the table of the coffee shop we were at. He looked back at me with a smile. "Well, I always wanted to travel around and get to know other places, but when I left it felt like I was hoping to escape something... my feelings. I thought I was trying to find myself, but actually I was afraid of my feelings."

He said, looking at me, seeming genuine. "Was that too deep?" He asked, laughing a bit. "No, not at all." I replied, shaking my head from side to side. "I'm glad." He chuckled. "What feelings were you trying to escape?" I asked him, intrigued.

He sighed. "A girl had my heart and I didn't know what to do about it." I leaned forward intrigued, my elbows on the table, my hands supporting my head. "What girl?" I said and he chuckled. "That very special girl that made me come back to Sincalista, was you." "It was?" I blushed slightly, a smile on my face. "Yea, it was." He smiled back at me from across the table.

That day we were able to catch up with each other. I finally told him about my dream, as he told me more about his. I finally explained the full details of that night, the argument I had with my parents and how I had hoped to see him again.

Now, back to the present. He's still crying on my shoulder as he hugs me tightly. "You better never forget about me again." I hug him back and pat his back. "I won't. I promise." He squeezes me in his arms. "You don't know how much I missed you." "I missed you more." I reply. "I don't want to lose you like this ever again." He mumbles, his breath warm on my neck. "You won't." I mumble back as I pat his head. That night he didn't let me go so we just slept in my bed snuggled to each other and the next morning he took me on a date.