Chapter Eighteen: Remember?

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Liam’s POV

I go back to Alia who still does not know about her memory being lost. I sit by her bedside and sigh. She looks down to the ground, “Hi Liam, I’m Alia.”

I nod, “I—I know who you are, we—we used to be together…”

She shakes her head fiercely, “But how can that even be! I mean, I only had one boyfriend…and that—that didn’t go so well.”

Tears roll down her face, and I grab her hand, but she quickly pulls away. I sigh, “Alia, I know about him and I know about your foster brother.”

“H—how can that be!? Nobody knows that story…nobody!” Alia says as she starts shaking.

“Alia, you need to calm down please, if you get a panic attack the machines are going to go crazy—please calm down for me.” I say worried.

She shakes her head, “B—b—b—but h—how can I w—w—when you…” She can’t even finish because her attack is escalating, so I start singing to her

I’m broken, do you hear me?

I’m blinded, ‘cause you are everything I see,

I’m dancin’ alone, I’m praying,

That your heart will just turn around,

 

And as I walk up to your door,

My head turns to face the floor,

‘Cause I can’t look you in the eyes and say,

 

 

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,

It just won’t feel right,

‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah,

When he lays you down,

I might just die inside,

It just don’t feel right,

‘Cause I can love you more than this,

Can love you more than this

 

She stops shaking, and she looks at me. I smile at her, “And I also know, the only thing to calm you down from your panic attacks is singing, because your mom used to sing you.”

“If all this is true, then why can’t I remember?” She says.

I sigh, “Alia, when you got in the car accident you received a brain hemorrhage or something causing you to lose your memory.”

She shakes her head, “This is all some joke, right?”

“I wish it was babe…I wish it was.” I say sadly.

“You’re lying to me aren’t you? You just want to get close to me, just so you can hurt me—that’s it right??” Alia says.

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