Eluding Emotion

Recollection

Lehi's POV

I'm walking on a beach that seems so familiar; I can feel the sand on my feet. I looked around and I can see that magnificent house from where I am. The pool is glistening because of the sun, but it's not even sunny--that's weird.

"Hey!" there's a voice calling me; I turn my head and saw a lady walking in front of me, just a few steps away from me. All I can see are her jet black curls, her wonderful figure and flawless skin. I try to catch up to her, but with every step I make, the more and more she gets farther away from me.

"Wait!" I called after her. She giggled, and that sound warmed me up. I ran towards her as she start to turn her head to look at me, when all of a sudden there was a blinding light and I was thrown away. I opened my eyes and I was lying on her lap, but all I can see are her curls, she's hugging me. She's crying. I tried to remove her hair that's blocking my view of her face, but I can't. I tried to speak, but I can't open my mouth. I have to tell her I'm here, I have to. I have to see her face.

"No..." she sobbed "you can't leave me...”

I shot up from my bed at the same time that my alarm went off. I rubbed my eyes and turned the alarm off. I stretched, and walked towards the bathroom, avoiding empty beer cans that are scattered on the floor. I looked at my cousin who's still asleep and scoffed, before going back to the task at hand. As soon as I got to the bathroom, I lazily hung the towel behind the door and got under the shower. It's been almost 2 months since my accident. And ever since I've seen Ms Snow crying that night, I started having this dreams, if not every night, I got about two nights off. I end up exhausted whenever I try to reach her face, whenever I wake up. I really want to see her face, but unfortunately, I can't. I can't even bring myself to have a nap during lunch breaks, because I always end up dreaming of her. I don't know why, but it feels like, my dreams are sending me a message, and that she was there, during my accident. But what worries me, is that, if I don't have the amnesia, maybe she's the one who has it. That's why she's not looking for me.

I was near the building when I noticed the media outside. Ms Snow's car is in the middle of the crowd. I jogged towards them, and I saw Olivia trying to get past them; the guards are trying to part the media to make way for her. But they kept on coming even closer, I heard someone ask her if Ezra already popped the big question. I don't think she's going to marry him, I thought. Some asks if she'll be merging the two companies--of hers and Ezra's. Someone threw an unpleasant question about her mother. I can see the irritation in Ms Snow's face as the security guards fail to protect her, so I did what I can. I rushed through them while putting on my sunglasses and pulled Ms Snow back to her car. The media wasn't expecting that so I was able to pull her through them as fast as I can. When we locked the doors, I looked at her and she was staring at me. She smells so good, but I still can't bring myself to look into her eyes. "Can I borrow your keys? I can drive through them." I said. She started to open her purse and when she got her keys she handed them to me, without saying anything.

I was able to drive past the media, making it look like I'm going to run them over was effective. When we got to the parking area, she pointed to her parking space, and I pulled over on that spot. When I turned the engine off, I sat quietly, and she sat quietly as well. We were keeping quiet and still when I handed her the keys. "Thanks" she muttered and I nodded. She looked down at the keys and sighed. I looked at her, and noticed that she's trying to say something, but she can't say it. She muttered another thank you and got off the car. I got off the car after her and she locked the car. I walked after her to the garage elevator, looking at her back. She flipped one of her locks from her shoulder and I can't help but notice how her curls bounce a little as she walks. She really looks like the lady in my dreams. What if?--no, that would be ridiculous of me to think of her as my lost lady love. But what if it is her? Should I ask if she knows me?