A planned car accident takes her memory away but what happens when life throws her back in the same track?
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Roseanne Park remembers nothing from her past. All she knows is that she wakes up...
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She glances at the residential tower then the car comes to a soft halt.
I fumble with the seat belt to buy some time. For what? I am not yet sure. Lisa drums her fingers on the wheels.
The sound of rain falling on the roof of her grey Aston makes us feel like we're inside a soundtrack clip.
Except we're not kissing but rather strapped to our seats.
"So, we're here," Lisa turns to me, the engine is still on in case she needs to quickly drive away the moment I leave the beast.
"Yeah," I swallow nothing down my throat.
"We're here,"
I lean forward to steal a glance at the tower and notice that even in the dark and the rain is pouring down, the tower lights up gloriously.
"So, you stay alone? Or with your sister?" she interrogates. One hand drops to her thigh while the other remains around the leathered wheel.
"Like I said, my memory became really bad after that accident so Jennie took me under her wing. She travels a lot, as someone who owns a fashion magazine so most of the time, it's me on my own,"
"Sounds fun,"
Lisa points out but I shake my head. "Trust me, you don't want to be alone that much. It only makes you sicker,"
"Then,"
Her voice sounds suggestive. "Why don't you try for a pet? I think I read it somewhere that it helps with loneliness or anxiety or whatever that might be,"
I turn to fully look at her. Why didn't I think about that sooner.
But something flats my bubble totally when I realise, I'm not hosting my gallery anymore.
I'm replacing my uncle at his company and being a CEO doesn't give me much freedom to care for a pet.
"I'd love to but it's different now,"
"How different? You're a sadistic walking soul. You need help,"
"Thank you for saying that. I wouldn't know if it wasn't for you,"
I roll my eyes sarcastically and Lisa laughs.
"Get a cat,"
Lisa suggests again. I strum the seat belt.
"Why not a dog? I'd name him Hank"
"A cat suits you better. It's not vocal and you don't need to walk it every day for pee or poo session,"
"I heard their poop stinks to high heaven,"
I glance at Lisa and the woman rolls her eyes teasingly.
"So does your poop. And everyone else's,"
"Ugh, why do you always have answers for everything?"
I eventually release the seat belt and grab the door handle. It opens automatically per Lisa's saying.
