Tender Kisses and Gentle Hearts

chapter 3- lies

"Every time I saw him it felt like my heart was shattered in pieces and nothing will ever heal me."

- Anonymous

chapter 3- lies

The drive back home from Amy's really did take a toll on me. I had stayed with her until 2 am, just talking about everything. And now I was exhausted but still needed to drive back to Boston. I yawned as I began driving down the slippery streets. It had just rained so now the street had a light layer of water and it was extremely dangerous to drive in these conditions. My eyes were starting to shut and that's why I maybe didn't hear the impact until I felt it.

I awakened instantly and looked around me. A car had bumped with mine at the back. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, ready to scream the living daylights out to whoever crashed with me. I opened my mouth to speak but my words got cut off when I saw the person who had driven that stupid car.

"Oh my God, Amelia is that you?" The person said rushing over to me. I started to feel even dizzier so the image of the person became blurry. I spoke a few incoherent words before my knees gave in and I fell.

This bed sure was comfy. I rolled over to my right side. Like really comfy. I rolled over to that side again. It seemed like this bed was infinite. I immediately opened my eyes. If this was my bed, I would have been on the floor by now. Yeah, my dorm room bed was comfy but it wasn't so large. I looked around the room and instead of seeing my familiar white walls, I saw some chocolate brown walls. I sat up. This room was definitely not mine. This person seemed to really love the color brown. They had nice chocolate wood floors and I guess that's the only thing that seemed minimalistic here.

The rest of the room was like art. There were paintings up on almost every wall. The bedside tables had sculptures on them. Abstract art. Even the ceiling was painted dark blue, tiny white dots were scattered all over it. I was in awe. The ceiling was beautiful. I was so caught up in it that I didn't notice the door opening. But I did notice when it closed shut.

"I see you have woken up," Luca smirked. "You sleep a lot."

I looked over at him in confusion. Was this his house? "Why am I here?" I ask carefully.

He moves over to a chair that's by the bed and sits down. "You don't remember last night?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Why?"

He sighs. "I kind of crashed into your car. I guess you must've hit yourself pretty hard. You came out of the car, red as can be, and then you fell on your knees. Good thing I was there to catch you."

I run my fingers through my hair, suddenly becoming self-conscious. I must look terrible. "Oh."

"Yeah well, I guess you have to get to your dorm, now don't you?" He stands up.

I nod, pulling the comfortable mattress away from my torso and legs. I was in the same clothes as yesterday. I slowly started to remember what had happened last night. "Wait, why didn't you take me to the hospital?" I ask standing up from the bed.

Luca walks over to the door. "Well, my girlfriend is studying to become a nurse. Her whole family are doctors. So I called her and she said you'd be fine, you just needed some rest."

"Oh." I say, a strange feeling bubbling up inside me. It was stupid to think Luca would've still been in love with me after all this time. I sigh. I deserve this. It was my fault for losing him. Not his. He gave me all his love, I just threw it away. "Well, I better go now."

Luca nods silently. "Good thing it's Saturday, right?"

"Yeah." I plaster on a fake smile and walk over to the door. Luca walks out and I go after him. "So, do you have the keys to my car?"

He turns over to look at me. "Oh no. I am not letting you drive on your own. I'll drive you to your college, princess."

I turn to him in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, you just woke up and true, you did not get hit that hard but just in case." He walks over to the front door and I am left alone in the hallway. I take this moment to look at his apartment. It has two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. It looked so artistic and beautiful. Sure, it wasn't my type of style but I loved it.

"Amy!" Luca calls me over and I jog over to him.

He opens the front door and motions for me to walk out. I do so muttering a 'thanks'. He walks out after me and locks the front door. We walk down the stairs in silence. So much history between us, and yet the silence is so loud.

We get to my car and it doesn't look too good on the back, but Luca assures me he will take care of that. "Look, Amy, I'll get it fixed, but for now, we'll have to drive you in my car."

I nod, not wanting to argue with him right now, great, no transportation for a while just what I need.

We walk over to his jeep and he opens the door for me. I jump in and he gets in the driver's seat. He turns on the radio and starts driving. I smile, looking out the window, as I realize Luca turned the station to an indie folk, my favorite genre of music.

I look over to Luca. He doesn't look like the Luca I once knew. He looks more mature, rocking a small stubble. He smells of cinnamon and all things sweet. Yet, he's poison to me. Luca must've noticed my eyes on him because he looks over to me and smirks, cocky, as always.

"So when did you get your memories back?" He asks seriously, his smirk fading. I feel my head start to hurt as he reminds me of what I wanted to forget. I look over to the window again.

"Summer." I reply shortly. "A month after I woke up."

I see him looking at me from the corner of my eye. He frowns and turns back to the road. "It must've been awful."

"Yeah." I sigh, taking a strand of hair, twisting it.

"Good thing it's over, though." He says softly, and a ghost of a smile appears on his face.

I wanted to tell him I was still being stalked by Parker, that it was not over. But the words seemed to choke me. He had moved on. He has a nice apartment, a nice girlfriend and he probably goes to a good college. I don't want to change that for him. I don't want him to have to be over-protective over his ex again.

I nod and fake a laugh. "Yeah good thing it is."

So maybe that's why I lied to him, but little did I know I was going to regret it.