Impact

Moving

She had no one. Absolutely no relations left in the world. They had checked. No grandparents, no aunts or uncles, nothing. There was nothing for it, but to give her over to the Lysander and his mother, Jean. She had a nice smile, and a round comforting face, and the eyes that had been inherited by her son.

As she was driven to her old home to pick up her things, all the things that should have been familiar, she watched the happy exchange between mother and son, that was slightly tainted by her presence. Part of Thyme wished she had been killed in that accident. She sat silently, merely a witness, almost a voyeur in this which should, or would have been happy without her.

At the house, she collected what she could in her fragile state. Lysander and his mother would glance sideways at her sometimes, and shake their heads, as if she should know that that was off limits. The house wold be sold soon, and all her childhood memories, the ones remaining, would be given to a stranger.

Sobs wracked her body once more, as they had the entire week. "I can't!" She exclaimed through the haze of tears. Lysander wrapped his arms around her slightly too slim frame, holding her up where her knees failed her. She clutched at his back, and buried her face in his shoulder. Jeans looked over at her sympathetically, and took the things that they had salvaged and called it a day.

His house was large, light and open. Lysander had explained that after his father finally left, his mother was free to get a job of her choosing. Nowadays, she was working as a PA of someone very important, with a long title that Thyme couldn't be bothered to remember. Lysander carried her in, opening the door to one of the two spare bedrooms and laid her down. When he laid down next to her, she didn't object. She thought she might lose her entire being should she be left alone.

Instead of shying away from the boy, she edged herself closer a until she was able to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." She breathed to him, scared to raise her voice above a whisper.

"Always." Came the muffled reply. His arms wrapped around her and she smiled slightly, feeling the comfort he was conveying through the simple gesture.

Perhaps she could learn to like this boy, perhaps even grow to love him, as she had before the accident. She had been diligent in keeping a diary before, which she found very useful, having five years of memories locked away for her to read.

It really was very handy, being able to refer back to those when in doubt of any information. This, she supposed, was why people should keep journals, in case of situations and predicaments such as hers now. Of everyone did this for their whole life, from the time they learn to to write, till they died, they would be safe should they experience amnesia.

As she considered this, she noticed he had started snoring softly into her hair. She smiled a little. It was just a little cute, him snoring.

She fell asleep swiftly after that, and for the first time that week, she hadn't cried herself into sleeps midst.