Hold On (Ianthony)

Part 17

A/N: ayy lmao I know I haven't posted two days in a row in like a century but I didn't have school Friday and I probably won't much this week bc hella snow so I figured this is a really big chapter might as well not keep ya wating yknow anyways hope you enjoy!!

The next morning, I woke up before Ian. And that was rare. Usually by the time I got up, he would already be dressed and ready for the day.

I decided to be a good boyfriend and make him a nice breakfast. I mean, let's face it, I'm the worst cook in the world, but he's no better. Whatever I make will be just as good as what he usually makes himself.

As I cooked his eggs over the stove, I heard the bedroom door open and I smiled as he walked out into the living room.

He looked around, holding his head. He looked like a mess. He must not have been feeling well.

His eyes caught mine and I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. He just slowly walked over to me, a completely confused expression on his face.

I turned the stove off and met him halfway, cocking my head at him.

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked, ruffling his hair a little before gently kissing him.

But he didn't kiss back.

Not even close.

I felt his hands push against my chest and I jumped back, springing my eyes open.

"What the hell, man?!" he yelled, wiping the back of his arm over his lips.

I just stared at him, my lip quivering a little. 

"I-"

"Why am I here?! Why are you here?!" He looked over at the stove and shook his head. "Why are you cooking?!"      

It got harder to breathe as it hit me.

"Was I in a fucking coma or something?! It feels like I've been asleep forever!"

I shook my head a little, my heart picking up with every word.

"What the hell is going on, Anthony? Where's Melanie? Why did you just kiss me? And call me... that!"

"No," I breathed, stumbling backward. "No."

I shook my head. My lungs seemed to forget how to be lungs.

"Anthony, what the fuck is going on?!"

I couldn't answer.

I turned and ran out the door, ignoring Ian yelling at me for the answers he deserved.

And I ran all the way down the street.

To the spot on top of the playground equipment.

The spot where just a week ago, my realtionship with the person I've always wanted to be with finally began.

Our spot.

And what would happen now that he remembered? How did he remember? The doctor said the chances were slim to none.

I sat up there all morning, watching joggers and children playing and thinking and crying.

I didn't want his memory to come back. That was the happiest I'd ever been in my life. And now it's gone.

Because "old" Ian didn't want to be with me. "New" Ian did. But now "old" Ian is back. And "new" Ian is gone forever.

Our relationship only lasted a week. A fucking week.

I didn't know what to do. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare.

But the nightmare hadn't even begun.

The nightmare was explaining everything to Ian.