The Things We Did Last Summer

Chapter 4

A/N The scene in Italics is Benedict remembering what happened between him and Lucy, in full detail. I have also included a picture of Emma's room.

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Ian woke in the white room cold, drowsy and completely alone. He spotted the folder nearby with the word, Ian Somerhalder, on the front. He reached out and grabbed it, knowing that it belonged to him, even if he had no idea why he knows this information. Why he recognizes the name. Only that it felt good, felt right.

He opened it and began to read, when he noticed that inside, two words catch his eye. Career: Writer. A.. writer? Author maybe? When was he a writer? Was it professionally, simply for personal enjoyment? Or maybe he wrote for someone else? Ian flexed his hand, imagining holding a ballpoint pen, feeling an overwhelming want to paint words on a piece of paper. If he was supposedly a writer, what did he write? Just anything? Ian is clueless, he had no memories of the activity, and possible career.

Where did this information come from, if even he could not remember being a writer? Ian stood up, stretching before he quickly exited the room, entering the breezy beach air outside. Only after an annoyingly long walk through many more white hallways in that.. sleep building. He could hear the sound of waves nearby. A flash of light on the sand made him close his eyes in pain and in his mind he saw a face, a woman’s face. He felt something, a deep feeling of longing. She seemed familiar, and he had the sense that some explanations of the dark corners of his past lie with her. Maybe she could explain all the confusion that existed in his head, unsure of his identity.

He looked around to see that he’s standing on sand, a beach. A beach that tends to stretch on forever. Was he all alone? There were several other rooms like the one he had been in, but there had been no other people there that he had seen. Did they already leave their sleep rooms? Slowly, a grin spread over his handsome face and he rubbed his hands together. It seemed like he had some discovering to do.

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To have her roommate suddenly disappear was not something Emma had expected. She hurried down the elegant front staircase, the banister twirling down its curving length. Her feet stepped quickly down the marble steps, not wanting to be away from her packing for long. There wasn’t very much, but she wanted to get the job done. Constantine had gone missing, and it had been quite a while since she had seen him. Emma figured that he had finally gone and moved in with his girlfriend, forgetting to leave a note. They’d only been roommates for a little under than a week now.

It felt very awkward living in his room. Yes, they had shared it, but nonetheless, she almost felt like an intruder now. She had found another room that she fancied and had begun to move into. The only things left for her to do now was to finish moving the last bits of clothing into her new room, as well as her box of bathroom supplies. Most everything had already been moved. Emma went into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge. Swinging it open she looked in the door seeing several bottles of water, the very thing she had come down for. When she grabbed one, she closed the dark door of the fridge and heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, smiling when she noticed it was Benedict.

“Good afternoon, love.” Benedict pipped cheerfully at her, and walked past her toward the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen that had a plate of rice crispy treats on it. Benedict had a sweet tooth that got the best of him more often than naught.  Taking one of the treats, then starting to munch on it, he sat up on the counter and smiled at her, mostly because he was happy to have a sweet.  “Good afternoon to you! How are you feeling? Any better at all?” Emma opened the cap of her bottle and pulled the liquid up to her lips, taking a long drink. She saw him take one of the treats and briefly wondered who had made them