Unconditional (Book Two)

27. Pictures on the Walls

Jim's POV

"Mayim—"

"Just follow me," she says, now leading me through the street.

I can't help but proceed with the feeling of total puzzlement, I just want to know the story, and I need no more. I even feel the need to kick something damn it! The anxiety and desperation at the lack of memories in my brain is just too much for me to handle. But it isn't until my eyes lift themselves up from the ground that they meet...they meet with a place that I can't really believe I'm heading to. I knew it, I just knew that I had a connection and familiarity with this place.

"Mayim..." I continue with a sudden pause. "H-h-how—"

"I know where the spare key is," she interrupts, strangely and mentally inferring the question that was about to escape my lips.

I stand frozen in front of the tall door of the house that has been hunting my thoughts ever since the first time I felt strange things towards a name that I didn't really recognize, now about to enter, about to finally see and try to take remembrance of the actions inside.

"Here it is," speaks Mayim with a small victory melody on her voice.

It isn't past three seconds before she inserts the key on the door and turns it. Anxious to go inside, I glare at her with a frown as she makes a pause and looks at me.

"Heyy, don't give me that look," she whines. "Just want to know if you're ready...."

"Well, of course," I tell with a sort of controlled rush.

Mayim just smiles, and removes the key from the black door knob. "Okay here it goes..."

And she slowly opens it...reveling every one and single thing, dream, memory, action that's inside. My eyes brighten, enlighten and enlarge with the beauty though familiarity of the beautiful place. I feel a rush of nostalgia coming from my subconscious. I don't remember but clearly a part of me does. It just makes me want to come back to these days even when my mind doesn't hold them, even when I don't know what, when, or how they happened.

I feel my head lighten and my knees weaken. I feel my throat getting choked by a river of tears, my heart rushing at a much faster pace. It is one unbelievable feeling.

"M-Mayim...." My voice breaks.

"This was your house, Jim." Her voice is weak and shaky, but she still smiles faintly and with her eyes drowned in nostalgia. "This is where the memories lay, even since before you guys were a couple. And well....this is how it starts....A very long time ago," she explains while taking me to the living room and grabbing a framed picture from the table. "At the age of fifteen, a boy saved a lost girl on her first day of school at Klein Oak High School."

I take the picture in my hands and try to hold the tears that dominate my eyes back. The picture is so beautiful. I can see the happiness reflected in our eyes, our smiles, our faces. We were so young and—I can see—so close. It tears my heart out, it really does.

"That boy saved a girl that had moved to Houston just two months back because of her dad's job. That girl didn't have anyone to talk to, anyone to share a word with. She was far away from her friends; she was nervous, scared...and he saved her....He saved the girl he shared an immediate connection with. He saved the girl he would be dedicating his whole life to, he would be sharing his most intimate feelings with......And that girl," she smiles weakly at the ground with tears in her eyes. "That girl was saved by the boy she would share her heart and her life with for eternity....Well, that girl's name, Jim...is Amelie Jones....And that boy's name...is Jim Parsons. And their story is the most beautiful love story I've ever heard."