Memories In Italy

Chapter 13

"Eh...Aline. I'm Aline," I said confused. But the one who really was confused a lot, was Gianluca. He probably had to get used to the situation and what had happened. But he still looked quite worried and panicking a bit. "I'm your fiancee!" I said. It only made it worse. He instantly sat up after I said that. He started to mumble a few things. I never saw him like that, totally losing control. "Ssst Gianluca, it's okay!" I said but I realised this was not alright at all. He didn't recognize me. Me? His future wife. I waited so long for him to wake up again, to kiss him, talk to him, and embrace him. But he didn't even know me? I couldn't touch him in that case. It would make him even more confused. Just like I was. I asked one time if he really didn't know who I was. He nodded his head meaning he didn't know me. It made me cry, so I decided to go outside. The tears came faster than I expected so I ran out the room, almost bumping into the nurse. I ran through the hallway and really wanted to go outside for a moment. I almost got there when Ercole and Leonora walked inside the hospital. My tears were all over my face when I crossed them in the corridor. I was too much in shock to stop for them and talk to them. "Aline?" Ercole shouted from behind me. "I'm sorry," I said with my eyes full of tears and closed the door of the hospital behind me.

The fresh air streamed over my skin. Unfortunately, it didn't help to feel better. The more I thought about it, the more the truth hit me. And I thought about the time I made that wish, the one of him staying alive even though it had to be without me in his life. But was I happy with that? No, not at all. This was one of the worst things that had happened in my entire life. I didn't know were to go or what to do. I just stood there in the middle of the parking lot at 4 a clock at night. I looked around. Above me the stars were shining. I looked at them and made another wish. Last time it worked, so it could happen again. You never know if it helps. And if it does, it was worth a try.

Three hours later

I didn't really know how I got home but I was there, sleeping in my own bed. For the first time since the accident. When I saw the empty place next to me, I realised Gianluca didn't know me anymore. I let my head fall down on the pillow, starting to cry again. "Why are you doing this to me?" I thought hopeless.

I fell asleep again for an hour or two. When I woke up I walked down the stairs. But why did I do that? I didn't feel like there was something worthwhile to wake up for. There was not someone waiting for me downstairs. No one could give my life a meaning except from him! No one! Never!

I walked into the kitchen and almost had a heart attack because of the person standing in front of me. "Gianluca?" After just one second I already saw who it was. "Igna? What are you doing here?" I asked confused. "I found you at the parking lot of the hospital...asleep!" I must have been very tired if I could fall asleep on a public place. "I brought you home," he said after he stood up to make something for breakfast for me. "Gianluca's parents told me about you running away last night. But what happened? Guanluca won't tell." Gianluca? Did he still know the others? Not me? "Did he recognize you?" I asked curious. "Eh yeah he did?" he said with his eyebrows frowned. But then he understood why I asked that. He started to nod his head. "Don't tell me he doesn't recognize you?" But it was the hard truth and it made me cry again. "Come here," Ignazio said, taking me into his arms. It felt good. But of course not as good as Gianluca's hug. "Maybe he'll know who you are a bit later!" I hoped so. I really did. What did I have to do without him in my life?

I went to the bathroom. When I came back i heard Ignazio calling to someone. When he saw me he walked towards me with the phone in his hand. I hoped it was gianluca to tell us he knew who I was. But apparently it was Piero who was in the hospital. "He still doesn't recognize me, is it?" I said, because Ignazio's face told enough. He nodded. "Okay, then there's one thing to do now!" I said resolute. "I have to make sure he will recognize me!" Ignazio smiled by hearing that plan. "You know," he said, "you're just too special too forget!" I almost blushed by hearing that. Was I really that special? To me I was a boring, shy girl. Even not very gorgeous. "Eh...thanks?"

20 minutes later after I finished breakfast, we walked to the car. Ignazio had taken my keys out of my pocket last night to drive me home. "Let's go!" In the car we were silent. I was just thinking too much. How was it even possible Gianluca could forget me. Out of all the things that had happened to me, Gianluca was the best thing ever. It was the only thing I definitely wouldn't forget at all. Apparently Gianluca could. And that hurts. A lot!

We arrived at the hospital. I was very nervous, like I had to do a presentation. Or perhaps more like I was going to the first date. Ignazio and I went inside. Gianluca was laying on his bed with his eyes closed. Not sleeping, because he opened his eyes one second to see who it was and then closed them again. He was probably too tired to do solething else than rest. "Ciao Gian!" Ignazio greeted him. Gianluca mumbled something like 'hello'. "Hi Gianluca!" I said nervous. I hoped he just said hello to me without even remembering he ever forgot about me. Instead, he opened his eyes immediately and sat up again. A bit too fast so Ignazio had to hold him so he wouldn't fall of the bed. It was strange how panic filled his eyes, like I was some kind of monster that was going to eat him. "Do you recognize her?" Ignazio asked. "N...no!" he said confused. But then he said my name. "You know her?" Ignazio said amazed. Gianluca didn't say a word anymore. He only looked at me like I was an intruder. "I think he only remembers my name because I told him yesterday," I said dissapointed. "I want to talk to her! Alone," Gianluca said suddenly. I became to be more nervous than before. This whole situation was just so weird. Like I was a stranger. Like he was a stranger. It seemed like even I didn't like him that much anymore. Just because of the way he stared at me, not smiling at all, completely different than before. At the moment I didn't want Ignazio to leave. I felt more at ease when he stayed. Gianluca probably too because he still knew Ignazio and not me. But at Gianluca's request, he left the room. And so I was alone with the love of my life, who didn't even remember I was his after a stupid car accident. I never even heard a story like that. We probably were the only ones. I'd even liked to be like Romeo and Julia instead of this. Then we would both die but he would still know me. He would love me. Maybe I should have wished for that...