Rave & Roses {A Rema Fanfic}

44 - ZARA

A week after I woke up from the coma, I made the decision that I needed to go back to America. Everyone, including my parents, was supportive of the idea—everyone except Michael, who seemed to struggle with the thought of me leaving. I understood his concern, but I needed to do this for myself. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, and I knew I had to regain control of my life.

Sandra and Damola had been my constant visitors, showing up every day to check on me, and I was grateful for their unwavering support. The media storm surrounding the fallout with Marvin and Divine had finally died down. People stopped talking about it. It was like everyone had forgotten, and though the silence was a relief, it also left me with too much time to reflect on everything that had happened.

The invites from different brands in America started to pour in, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement. It was a chance to rebuild, to put the pieces of my life back together, and to prove that I was still strong, still capable, despite the turmoil I had gone through. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I wasn't afraid of a challenge.

As I sat with Damola in my parents' mansion in Banana Island, the reality of everything was starting to settle in. They were making final preparations for me to leave, and as much as I appreciated their support, a part of me still felt lost. Damola was talking to me about everything and nothing, the familiar banter between us like a comforting distraction from the chaos inside my mind.

Then he mentioned Divine.

I could feel my heart skip a beat at the sound of his name, but I kept my face neutral, showing no signs of what I truly felt. To the world, I had lost my memory, but the truth was—I remembered everything about him. Every laugh, every argument, every kiss. The good times and the bad. I remembered it all, but I also remembered the pain. The moment he shut the door on me—the look in his eyes when he ended everything between us.

I couldn't erase that from my mind, no matter how much I tried.

Damola continued talking about how Divine had always come over to their house, how he would check in on me, and how much he'd been affected by everything. I felt a pang in my chest at the mention of him, but I didn't let it show.

He didn't know the whole truth, and I wasn't ready to share it with anyone—not even him.

I didn't lose my memory. I just needed a break from Divine and everything we had been through. The hurt he caused me was still too raw, and though I loved him, I couldn't let myself fall back into the same pattern of being with someone who had broken me.

I forgave Michael easily, but I couldn't forgive Divine—not yet.

The night before the accident, we had a conversation that changed everything. He had been desperate, trying to explain himself, trying to make things right. But when he shut me out, when he refused to listen to me, I knew it was over. I wanted him to feel the same pain I had felt. I wanted him to experience the heartache, the emptiness, the isolation that I had to endure when he decided to walk away from me.

It was cruel, and I knew it was, but at that moment, it felt necessary. I needed to protect myself from the devastation I knew would follow if I let him back in too easily.

Since I told everyone I didn't remember him, Divine had stopped coming to the hospital. I didn't know if it was because he believed me or because he couldn't face me, but I could still see the hurt in his eyes whenever I closed my eyes. The way he looked at me, the way his world seemed to crumble when I turned away from him—it haunted me.

But I had to be strong. I couldn't go back to him just because I still loved him. I needed to focus on myself, on rebuilding my life, on becoming the person I was before all of this happened.