*Josh P.O.V.*
It breaks my heart to see her like this but everyday I see she is getting more comfortable with me. I fear she might be gaining her memory back and I don't know if I'm ready for that.
The last time I saw her before the plane crash, she didn't want to see me ever again. Of course I begged for her to stay but she wouldn't listen. I'll admit I was stupid I was so stupid for cheating on her. After she slammed the door on what seemed like a cold, dark night was actually warm since it was summer, I didn't see her for two months after that. For those two months I lived in complete agony I barely slept or ate just how Fay's state is right now. I was selfish for doing what I did. Never did I speak to that other girl again, never did I dare to think of her. I couldn't think of anything anyways because all my thoughts were consumed of Fay. She is beautiful. The most stunning creature I've seen. I know I don't deserve her but I believe that she will make me better. At least I hope she does because I need her by my side. Now I'm staring at my shoes wondering how I'm going to approach her mom. Even though she hates me she deserves to know where her daughter is. Lisa thinks I'm a druggy and I'm no good for her "perfect" daughter. Little does she know her little girl isn't so pure. Not in the sexual or drug way. Lisa always thought that Fay liked being at home with her parents safe and sound; she always thought that Fay was happy and content with her life. When I met Fay the very first thing she said to me made me think about her for weeks after, she was such an interesting little girl in my mind. I couldn't get enough of her. Everyday I would eat with her at lunch and we would have such interesting conversations about such adult things and we were only fifth graders. I can still remember what she was wearing when I first met her; a button up purple plaid shirt and blue jeans with some old holy converse. She now wears contacts but back then a pair of small rectangle framed glasses sat carefully on the bridge on her nose. Making her small figure look so cute and adorable to me, now when ever I look back at the memories of her. Now she sits on that stupid lonely couch making such a sad pitiful face. Which I cringe every time I look at her. My beautiful Fayette so weak and nimble with pale skin and dark circles around her eyes making her look older then she really is.
"Do I really have to go I mean seriously I feel fine,"
"Yes you do, im not going to sugar coat it Fay you look like crap,"
"Gee thanks Sherlock,"
"ha-h" before I could finish my sentence I cut my self off, did she just reference Sherlock? Before the accident she wouldn't shut up about the Sherlock Holmes book series. Does this mean she remembers? "You like him?" I question her carefully.
"Well duh its the greatest book series of all time, well that's just my opinion," she put her hand to her chest and cocked her head back while closing her eyes when she said the second part. A smile grew across my lips but deep down I wasn't happy because I knew what would happen when she remembered everything.
"Anyways let's get you off of this couch and into the shower. And I'm not going to take no for an answer." Fay mumbles a fine and huffs a breath out. After I help her get into the bath tub so she can wash herself, I start to pick out some articles of clothing for her to wear. Let's face it, I'm done for if she remembers. And I don't think I'll get her back.
"Josh!" Fay screams faintly. Realization hit that something might be really wrong and my feet start moving,fast. When I get to the bathroom door, slower I push it and it starts to creek open. "Fay?"I call lightly, "are you okay?" The water rustles around indicating that either she's okay or there is a murder in there.
"Yeah, I'm fine I just need help up, I'm done" sighing in relief I open the door and pick up the towel to wrap it around her for when she gets out.
"This sucks, I can't do anything by myself," Fay mutters under her breath. I don't say anything because have no idea how it feels to be in her position at the moment. I just simply help her get dressed. Making no effort for small talk. I've always been bad at that.
"Where are we, I thought you said I had a doctors appointment?" I looked at my hands and twirled my thumbs.
"I lied"
"Then whose house is this??"she sounded so angry, I didn't even risk to look at her. I opened my door and stepped out. Walking around the truck I open Fay's door too. Then we both walked, well I walked she rolled in her wheel chair, we finally made it to the door after what seemed like a long, time consuming, torturous walk to the front door. Getting her up the steps was a struggle but not as hard as it was to stand in front of the front door. Should I do this? No I don't think I should this could end up in tears for me.
Josh get your mind together! Stop being selfish. This, what you're doing is a good thing be grateful you even got time with her. But what if having her with me was always meant to be after all the only thing she remembered coming out of the hospital was my number. So, why can't I have her for myself? Because that's called kidnaping.
Once my little self debate was over I finally came to a conclusion that this was all wrong and that we shouldn't be here. I need her, and she needs me. My head whips to the front door when I hear the door knob turning. The door opens up and reveals a middle aged lady with short black hair and wide green eyes. She looks at me first with confusion written all over her face. Then her eyes wonder down to Fay. You can defiantly see where Fay gets her good looks from. The lady stares at Fay for a long time tears welding in her eyes. She looks up at me once again.
"Thank you" is all she says.
