Impact

Prologue

Thyme was named after her eyes. From the moment she first opened her huge. dark green eyes, filled with wisdom, they knew that was her name. The colour and the wisdom mixed to make one of the oddest names ever given to a child.

She was in preschool when she first met Lysander Jackson. The first words he ever said to her were, "Your eyes are pretty." Being a child, she simply replied, "Thanks," and continued to play with her doll. He made many attempts to start conversation that day, and soon she grew tired of ignoring him and started answering him. By the end of the day, they were best friends. They stayed that way for years and years. Neither would admit that they liked the other, but they did, in a more than friends way.

But then the unthinkable happened. One day, when they were sixteen, Thyme was walking home when she was hit by a truck that didn't stop. She was left slowly dying of internal bleeding on the road, hours before she was found. She was able to be saved, but at a price. She wouldn't remember the past eleven years. Eleven years that Lysander was involved in, down the drain.

His new intent was to get her to remember. To be able to tell his Thyme that he loved her. To see if she'd say it back. To find out how she felt. His mission started now, he thought as he sat by her hospital bed, holding her cold hand in his.