The Summer of a Lifetime

chapter 34

It has now been three days since Andrew came back from the hospital, and he's showing no signs of remembering anything.

One day, I heard a knock on the door, and I contemplated just not answering it. I hadn't left my room since the night after the diner, and I hadn't slept or eaten.

My tear stained eyes stung as I walked downstairs, slowly approaching the door. I opened it and Kris stood there patiently.

The moment she saw me, her eyes widened.

"Have you slept at all?" She asked, staring at my blood shot eyes and tearstained face.

"No," I muttered, staring at my shoes.

"Your hands are shaking!" She exclaimed, looking at my hands.

I saw my hand involuntarily trembling, probably a side effect of not eating or sleeping.

"Oh," I managed to choke out.

"Look, you're the most familiar thing that Andrew has. I really think you should spend some time alone with him. Maybe it'll help him remember. I know it hurts that he doesn't remember you, but he will. Just come over and hang out with him," she pleaded.

I hesitated. It hurt terribly that he couldn't even remember who I was, but maybe she's right. Maybe his memory could come back sooner.

"Okay," I muttered, grabbing my shoes, not bothering to tame my messy hair.

We walked to her house slowly, and I walked to Andrew's room.

The door was open and I hesitated to go in, staring at my shoes. He still won't remember me, but I've got to be strong.

Finally, I gathered up the courage to go in.

He was asleep in his bed, a small smile on his face.

He looked just like a little kid laying there, dreaming probably.

I sighed, wondering when my life had become so complicated.

I miss being young, back when scraped knees were the worst pain I ever had to feel and the only time I would ever cry.

Now here I was, crying for three days straight over a boy.

My younger self would be disappointed in me I thought as I sat in the chair by Andrew's bed.

I put my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands and sighed.

So much had happened lately, it seemed. With my mom replacing my dad, my stepdad hurting me, and this, I just feel broken.

I tried to calm the trembling of my hands, but it was no use. My entire body shook and I began crying into my hands.

Warm, salty tears fell into my palms as my tired eyes began to sting.

Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I stared at Andrew.

His eyelids were fluttering slightly, only making me sob harder. He was so wonderful and amazing, and I'd never seen that so much in him.

He had liked me so much, and I'd always taken him for granted for so long. I made him fight for my affection. And now here we were. He didn't even remember me.

My lungs burned and I took shallow breaths as I cried.

I reached out for his hand, my hand shaking violently.

I grabbed it, while I stared at the floor. Tears fell freely from my eyes and I took deep breaths, trying to calm my sobbing.

Suddenly, I felt his grip tighten on mine.

I looked up at him with teary eyes and he was smiling at me, his real smile.

"Olivia Brianne Bell, did you honestly think I could forget you forever?" He asked, a smile playing on his soft features.