Memories In Italy

Chapter 15

I waited so long untill he came out of that stupid coma and when that happened, I wasn't even allowed to sit next to his bed all the time. Me, the one who sat there almost every single second of that time. Of course I understood that it was difficult for Gianluca as well.

The door opened and Leonora came out. She immediately took me in her arms. Everyone else felt sorry for me. But what was I with that. They probably were all happy it was not them who Gianluca had forgot. I started to feel jealous on everyone else. Jealous and angry. But I didn't want to show it to Gianluca. To him this were the first expressions of me. I needed to make sure he liked me. I only knew he didn't remember me, but I didn't know what he thought of me now.

Gianluca's POV

I liked her. I realy did. I even was proud of me on finding a girl like that in a previous life. I just couldn't remember how I did. But still it felt like I was already married to a stranger. Like they did in some countries.

She walked in again. "Ciao," I smiled. I didn't want to hurt her so I had to be nice. "Take a seat if you want!" She looked confused but then sat down next to the bed. She took the chair to come closer to me. "Ciao Gianluca!" she finaly said. "How are you?" I hesitated a bit. Hopefully she didn't expect that I knew her already. So I said carefully what I had to say and hoped I didn't hurt her feelings too much. "You know, Gianluca, I sat next to your bed for like 10 days. More than even your family did. I was devastated and crying all the time. So I wished truly with all of my heart that you would wake up and that you would live, even though it was a life without me. Little did I knew that this would happen, I definately would have wished better things. Not only for me, but of course for you too. I can't imagine what it feels like to forget important things, but that must be worse than a nightmare." "It is!" I interrupted her. "But when I think about it, I am so glad you are still alive! So I'm happy I made that wish." I adored her already. I didn't remember but i realised this girl really loved me and she did everything for me. I hoped I used to love her like she loves me! I would never forgive myself if I didn't. Of course I couldn't know that.

Aline's POV

He didn't say anything, while looking to me with a sweet smile on his face. The one I longed to see when he was in coma. I was sure he liked my explanation. And now he knew how much I loved him. When he wanted to say something, a loud knock on the door interrupted him. It were Piero and Ignazio. "Hello both!" Piero said. "Anything new?" I looked at him and saw he only wanted to know one thing, wethet Gianluca remembered me already. "No," I said short. They both looked dissapointed in my direction.

Since Gianluca hadn't said anything after my short monologue, I decided to go already. It was obvious he didn't fell at ease with me in the neighbourhood. "I'll go now," I said. I stood up and walked to the door. "No wait!" Gianluca said. So he wanted me to stay? I turned around and looked at him, straight in the eyes, wondering why he suddenly didn't want me to leave. "I want to know you better!" he said. "I want to know my future wife better." Did that mean he liked me? It was actually quite logical. He loved me before. So why not again? Ignazio and Piero were still in the room, just watching our dialogue with happy faces. We were all relieved he still seemed to like me.

"Tell me things!" he said. "What things?" I asked. "Like how we met?" He nodded his head and clearly wanted to hear everything. "Well, we met in 2015 at an Il Volo concert in Rome," I said, ready to tell him every single detail. But he already interrupted me. "Il Volo? Who's that?"

We were all shocked. Piero immediately stood up and screamed "Noooo! Are you kidding?" Ignazio immediately tried to explain it to Gianluca. "We...Piero Barone, Ignazio Boschetto and you, Gianluca Ginoble...are Il Volo. We sing songs together, like grande amore, o sole mio, la vita, volare, caruso, beautiful day..." Piero stopped him. "Let him think about it. You're going too fast. "Grande amore, I think I recognise that title," he said, frowning his eyebrows, obviously thinking very hard to remember more things. "It is possibly something dumb I am going to say," he said carefull, probably afraid of saying something wrong, "but does there exist something like a eurovision contest?" Ignazio clapped happily in his hands. "Yeees! But it's called Eurovision Songcontest!" It seemed like Gianluca didn't like that little mistake. But we were all quite happy he could remember things after initially not remembering them. "So if you can remember things you forgot, after thinking very deep, you should try to remember me!" I said nervous, hoping he was willing to pain his brains to find, maybe just a very small, memory about me. When I saw his face, I knew he was already trying, so he really wanted to remember me. "Wait!" he said, when Piero wanted to say something. "Belgium!" he said, almost screaming. "Yeah! Gooood!" I yelled, I wanted to hug him but right before I wanted to touch him, I held back. But it seemed he was ready to hug me too, so I leaned in and gave him a hug, not too long. When that ended, we smiled and looked in each others eyes, like it was the first time ever. I could see the sparks in his eyes become brighter. The longer I stayed, the happier I became. It was all going to have a happy ending, I promised myself.

"Can you now tell me more about you? About us? Or maybe about me?" he laughed. Even though there was nothing funny about him having lost a lot of his memories, the atmosphere became more relaxed and fun. "You know, I actually don't know what I used to know," he laughed. "So I can't ask specifiq things you need to tell me." He was right, how could he know what he had forgot. So I needed to tell him every detail of our life together. I had to, if I wanted him to realize how beautiful our story was, and hopefully still is.

If I could share my memories with him, I would do it immediately. Like lituraly, cut my brain in half and transplantate it into his head. Only the memory part of course. I didn't want to end my life in such a cruel way. "What are you thinking?" he asked. "Oh...eh nothing." "Nothing? The only one that can really say he's thinking about nothing...is me!" he said. "Aline, please... tell me! I need to know you!" He was looking to me with his puppy eyes. "Like before!" he then added. I sat down at the end of his bed and told him my strange idea. "Actually it's not that bad!" he said suddenly. "what?" I yelled and immediately I stood next to the bed again. Was he crazy? Was there a part in his brain affected we didn't knew before. "Calm down, that's not what I mean. I would never agree with it in the way you mean it. But wath I meant was... maybe... you could write as much memories you have about me and you, our families and friends and of course... Il Volo in a some kind of book or call it maybe a diary." "Right" I nodded my head, totaly understanding the concept. "It's actually a diary that goes back in time?" "That's indeed how you can call it".

One hour later

I bought a beautiful book in the shop of the hospital. Funny how the word 'memories' was on the cover of it. "Perfect," I thought. I went back to Gianluca, Piero and Ignazio. They were all talking, probably too let him remember some more things about Il Volo. Strange how he forgot about me and Il Volo, the most important things in his life.

I started to write with my most elegant handwriting. This was gonna last forever. "What are you writing? Maybe you should tell everything while writing it."

I looked with a questioning face to Gianluca "Then what's the meaning of this book? A book you must 'read'!" "To read it again and again to print the memories into my brain" he answered smiling.

"Oh no!", he said shocked. "What?" I closed the book, it almost fell on tot he ground out of my hands. "What if I can't read anymore." What if he couldn't read anymore. I immediately gave him the book.

Then he became calm and smiled while probably still able to read, looking at the first page. "Liar!" Ignazio started laughing. "He already knew he could read!"

"Sssst Igna!"

"How was he able to read my 'get well soon card' then?"
"Or what did you read maybe? "Well, get a spoon?"

He laughed a lot with it. But only until Gianluca took the card of the nightstand. Meanwhile I quickly took the book back to protect it with my life until it was ready. But that would be not very soon. Gianluca seriously answered Ignazio's question. "Well, actually I read 'Get well soup!' We all laughed. Or no, not Ignazio. "What? Give here that card. He took it out of Gianluca's hands. "Oh that's not right. I wrote an 's' and an 'o' and an... ehm yeah that one looks more like a 'u'. But the 'n' is really an 'n'. I swear!"