Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 44

(MARCELINE'S POV)

"I'm home!" Ash yelled from the kitchen. I didn't go out today, I've been inside our bedroom all day like I'm supposed to.

"Coming," I yelled back lazily as I let myself fall from the bed and float in the air. Ash's loose sweater was big enough to cover my shorts.

Ash sat on the dining table, anticipating my arrival. "Where's dinner?" He asked. Oh.

"Glob, I forgot..." was all I managed to reply. I didn't really think about that. I wasn't hungry so it never came to my mind.

He flashed a smile as he stood up and walked towards me. He gently pulled my head to his and planted a kiss on my forehead. "It's okay, I'll prepare dinner," he whispered. Was I really this irresponsible as a wife? Lucky me I found a patient husband.

Subtle noises could be heard as he prepared dinner while I just stared at the wooden table. It's really old. I wonder how long we've been living here.

"Ash, how old am I?" I asked out of nowhere. He seemed to think for a while before he answered my question with another question. "Where did that come from?" He chuckled.

"Duh, that's something I should know."

"A millenium," he responded briefly as he put a plate of turkey sandwich on his side of the table and handed me a ripe tomato.

"Man, I'm that old?" I remarked, staring at the ceiling as I sucked the color out of the tomato. "Am I older than you?" I asked. "No, I'm just your age, a couple of years older to be exact," he answered with his mouth full.

I can't think of questions that'll lead to Marshall. Any question regarding him would be suspicious. Ash will know I went out and talked with him. Does Ash know Marshall?

On the other hand, I can't ask Marshall about Ash because of his soiled reputation. Man, this is so hard.

All I know is that Marshall could help me a lot with retrieving my memories, that is, if he isn't lying to me. To be honest, I doubt him. But Ash could just be so secretive sometimes, and that's one reason to go and talk with Marshall.

And I just can't shake the feeling that I was somehow related to Marshall. Intuition told me so. He did say I was his girlfriend, but that was probably a joke. I'm not a cheater, am I? Surely I'm not.

"Ash, can you take me out?" I asked out of nowhere.

"What?" Was all he managed to utter. "Can you take me out? I mean, take me out to dinner or whatever. Just take me outside," I rephrased.

"Do you really want to go outside?" He asked.

"I'm not going to lie, I've been cooped up in here for too long," I admitted, "I can't stay like this my whole life."

Ash turned his head and heaved a sigh as he closed his eyes. He then looked at me. "I can't blame you. Okay, I'll take you out on a date."

A smile crept to my face at his response.

"The day after tomorrow, is that okay with you?" He asked. "Yeah, it's fine," I answered with a big smile. I pushed the chair back and floated over him to hug him. "Thank you so much, Ash," I whispered. He leaned his head towards mine. "Mm," he responded as he continued eating his sandwich.

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(MARSHALL'S POV)

It's almost 1 a.m. She didn't come. I've been waiting for her for hours. With a heavy heart, I made my way back home. But that isn't going to stop me from coming back tomorrow, or the next day and the days after that.

I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Bubblegum, sitting on the couch with her head down and her elbows weighed on her knees. She was in her pajamas.

"Bonnie?" I uttered. Her head shot up at the sound of my voice.

"Marshall, where have you been?" She asked. That was unexpected.

"Uh, out?"

"I've been here about seven times today," she said as she stood up, "the first four times, you were asleep. You get so violent when you're alseep sometimes so I left you alone. The next three times, you weren't home. So I waited. I left you a note but you still left."

Why would she do that?

"I didn't see the note. But why? Do you need anything?" I asked in a civil manner.

"I'm... I'm sorry I didn't believe you. And I'm sorry for giving up so easily on Marceline," she started as she stood up, "I just didn't think-"

"It's okay," I cut her off as I floated next to her. She was starting to cry. "I'm so sorry," tears were now rolling down her cheeks. I reached for my pocket and took out a white handkerchief. I handed it to her. "Thank you," she said as she took it and wiped her closed eyes.

She sat back down on the couch and I sat beside her. I gave her a pat on the back. "It's okay, we'll get her back," I said, mostly to myself.

"I don't understand. Why isn't she here? If she's still alive, where is she?" She asked, staring at me.

I heaved a sigh as I thought of the answers to her queries. I mustered the courage to explain while trying to not let emotions get the best of me.

"There's just this huge problem. And I think you know about this better than I do."

I looked at her and she was on the edge of her seat, waiting for me to continue. I looked back at the ground.

"She has amnesia."

Her heart sunk at my statement. I continued. "I've talked to her twice-"

"Where is she then?" Bubblegum cut me off. She was getting impatient.

"I-I don't know. It's like she's been brainwashed by someone, I don't know. I don't know where she's staying now or who she's with. She just won't listen to me because she doesn't know me," I explained.

Bonnie put a finger on her chin as she analyzed. "Does she remember her name or any personal information?" She asked.

"She obviously doesn't."

"But does she remember general information?"

"Bonnie, I've only talked to her for a very short time. I had no time nor did I think about examining her. My only objective was to bring her back home."

She asked a series of questions about Marceline. I answered anyway and explained to her about the did I know you before the accident question Marceline asked.

After a while, Bonnie came into a conclusion. "Retrograde amnesia. It is the loss of memory-access to events that happened, or information she learned before the injury."

"What does that mean?"

"It means she can't remember events or personal information or any contextual who, what, when, where and how knowledge. Retrograde amnesia affects long term memories. Marshall, she will most likely not remember memories closer to the traumatic injury than remote memories. That could mean, you. You, your new home, Schwabl, and all the recent events in her life."

I brushed my hair back with my hand as I listened to Bonnie's explanation. I was dumbfounded by her words. She continued to explain, tears brimming in her eyes.

"The injury could've killed a human. But because she's a vampire, the impact merely caused her to lse her memories. The memory loss could extend to years back in her early life. Old memories can be easier to regain than new ones. What's worse is that it could be temporary or permanent."

She sniffled and wiped her face now wet with tears. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I just sat and stared at the floor. So many questions spinned around my head.

But my main concern is Marceline. I know it can't be fixed overnight. And while we're not together, I just hope she's okay and safe. I'll go back to the forest tomorrow and hope she turns up.