When We Meet Again

When the Body Takes Control

Rihanna's POV

I opened my eyes. My mom was on the next bed. I felt a little dizzy. I decided not sitting up would be for the better. I looked around the room and made sense of the situation. I was in... the hospital? Why?

Like always, I didn't try to remember. I just went with the ocean current. Yeah. Going with the flow.

I looked at myself, woahh. I'm a patient. Now I was too confused to completely ignore my current situation. I tried hard to remember. Hitting and shaking my head just made me more dizzy. I wasn't tired, at this point. I was just bored and annoyed.

I looked out the window, it wasn't dark enough to be midnight. Morning was coming. I released a sigh of relief. While I waited for the sun to rise, someone entered the room. He was wearing a dark suit with matching dark shades. I didn't know him. Right? The lights were dimmed, so I couldn't really see his face well either. I could only tell if he was a man or woman.

"Rihanna..." He called my name. My heart beated rapidly. This feeling was familiar. His voice... Why did I find it so familiar. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. As far as I know, my heart has never beated so fast. I placed my hands over my heart. I could feel it pounding on my hands so hard and so quickly. What was this feeling?

He began to speak again, "Don't say anything. Just listen. My name is Chris. We've met before. No. We've done everything together. Well, at one point that's how it was." My eyes shaked as I stared. I don't know him. Where was he coming from? I may not know my past, but I don't remember him. I watered a little bit, but it was from my heart. My heart was aching and longing for something, for someone.

He walked closer to me. The pain grew exponentially. He was close, too close. Strangely, this painful yet lovable feeling wasn't unfamiliar. He brought his face inches away from my own. "I love you, Rihanna. Remember that I've never stopped loving you."

He pulled back his face entirely and touched my shoulder. This too. This feeling. The warmth of his hands. It was all too familiar to me. Who was he?

"Who are you?" At my words he seemed shocked. "Do you know me?" I asked. My curiosity was at it's peak. As much as it hurt, I sat up and grabbed his waist. It wasn't me. I didn't hug him. My body... it was acting on its own. But I didn't have the strength to let go of him. No. It was more like I didn't want to. His embrace was warm and refreshing.

A scene played in my head, I was walking down some stairs. Holding someone's hand. In my head, the face beside me was blurry and I couldn't make it out. We walked into a school building. It was an elementary school, I must've went there when I was younger. As we entered the classroom, there was loud laughter and constant teasing. I looked as though I was going to cry. When he held my hand tighter, I felt safe... at home... and welcomed.

When my flashback ended, I was sitting in my bed. I was there all alone. I hadn't even noticed he left. I just sat there while the hot and heavy tears burned a trail down my cheeks. He left as if he was never here. Who was that person? Do I, perhaps know him?

Chris Brown's POV

It was very early in the morning. I couldn't sleep at all tonight. I left the hospital before she woke up, I guess her mom didn't trust me anymore. I don't blame her though, I broke, split, and massacred her only previous daughter's heart. Regardless of her mother's thoughts, I felt like I had to see her again. This wasn't situation where I could or couldn't. I had to. I jyst had to see her again. There may not be another chance where we could be alone.

With my manager sleeping in the room across from me, I tried to stay quiet. I grabbed and put on a dark suit and dark shades to cover my face cause... you know... I'm famous. I did an Elvis impersonation in the mirror and smirked. I was still childish, but I knew the people around me found it cute.

I walked out the door carefully closing it and drove my car.

I was now parking my car in front of the hospital where she had been admitted to.

Standing before her door, I opened it. I immediately saw her mother lying down in the neighboring bed. I called her name. "Rihanna..." She seemed surprised to see me. She couldn't have forgotten me, right?

When we were together, she was everything to me and I was everything to her. She couldn't have possibly forgotten me, even if all these years have passed. Did I overestimate her feelings? I felt weak and powerless in that moment. Was I just a passing leaf in the wind, catching her eyes for some time but later just considered as another leaf.

I said to her, "Don't say anything. Just listen. My name is Chris. We've met before. No. We've done everything together. Well, at one point that's how it was." Saying that brought back some good memories from the old times.

I walked closer to her. She sort of looked uncomfortable, but I knew she didn't like it. I brought my face closer to hers. Maybe four or five inches away. Smiling, I said, "I love you, Rihanna. Remember that I've never stopped loving you, even after all this time we haven't been together."

She gave me a surprised look and came even closer to me causing me to make some distance. She then said to me, "Who are you?" At first, I thought she was just messing with me. But then she said, "Do you know me or am I supposed to know you?" Those words went through my clothes and electrified my heart. I blinked a lot of times, although she wouldn't be able to see it happen. I couldn't act weak in front of her. I was her man. If she didn't realize I had to make her.

I walked out of the room. She needed a moment alone to gather everything that was happening is what I thought. Turning to face her, I looked through the glass of the door that separated us. She wasn't far from me anymore. I knew where she was. She was crying as if she saw something she was forced to. I never felt bad for her. Even when we first met. I didn't look at her. It was because I knew she needed to find herself. She didn't always chose the right answer, but neither did I.

We were humans. Just some average, imperfect people.