/Gray/
I take in a deep breath, filling up my lungs with fresh air. Yet it still doesn't clear my mind or relax me.
What am I going to do, exactly?
I don't know.
I just don't know how to put it into words.
I rest my fist on Stella's apartment door, and proceed to knock softly, barely letting my knuckles hit the smooth wood.
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/Stella/
There's a quiet knock on the door. I don't know anybody who knocks like this. Who could it be?
"Come in," I say nervously, shuddering.
The door creaks open to reveal Gray. He's not his elated self today. There's no shine in his eye, or even a slight grin.
My spirits sink slowly.
"Come on in to the bedroom and we can talk," I offer him.
He nods and shuffles behind me. We walk over to my simple bedroom, closing the door behind us. I turn on the lamp.
"Let's sit down," he suggests.
We sit down on my bed, covered with a cream colored comforter, facing each other in the lamp-lit room.
"Why do you look so pale?" I question him.
"It's something I need to tell you."
The tension rises. I feel like my heart is going to burst out my chest.
He sighs. "Do you remember five years ago?"
I don't.
"N-no..."
"How about three years ago?"
I shake my head. Why can't I recall this?
"What elementary school did you go to?"
"I don't know."
My palms start to sweat. I rub them dry on the pair of leggings i have on.
"Middle school?"
"Can't remember."
He gets more and more desperate with each time I answer.
"H-how about high school? We knew each other-"
"We did?!" I exclaim, cutting him off.
Grey looks mortified.
"What's the earliest thing you remember?"
I try to recall that day. It was the day I woke up in a hospital bed. What did they tell me? It was something about...
A car crash.
Brain damage.
Amnesia.
A coma.
It all comes back to me.
"It was the time I woke up in the hospital bed, in my junior year of high school."
"The hospital?" Grey raises his eyebrows.
---
I told him.
I had my sisters around me as my eyelids fluttered open. The nurse told me about a car crash I was in. I didn't know anything about a crash, the people around me, or even myself.
The nurse told me that the crash damaged my brain, causing some parts to stop functioning entirely and memories to be lost. But the "bad" parts were all fixed, somehow. I was also in a coma for who knows how long.
No wonder I couldn't remember anything.
---
Grey looks shocked.
"I-I never knew that..."
"Why not? You said you went to high school with me."
"That was the year I moved."
"You what?"
"Let me explain.", he says, putting his hand in front of his face.
"When we were in high school, we were best friends. We would hang out almost every Saturday with a few others.
After a few months I asked you out. You, surprisingly, agreed, but with passion.
Eventually, those Saturday afternoons would turn into dates. But you didn't mind. In fact, you enjoyed each and every single one of them.
Then there was that one night.
After that, I moved because my mom wanted to get another degree."
He stops, putting his hand down on the comforter.
"What happened during that one night?"
His eyes travel down to his fingers, as if trying to avoid the question. He sighs and begins to explain.
"It's best if I keep it a secret. I really don't think you should know about it just yet," he chuckles nervously.
I glare at him intensely.
"C'mon, spit it out," I joke, nudging his arm. "Whats so bad about it?"
He opens his mouth as if he is going to speak, but hesitates and keeps it shut.
Nobody spoke.
Not for a minute.
Gray falls flat onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I promptly do the same.
He takes a deep breath, repositioning himself as I do so, turning towards me.
"I'll tell you later." he whispers.
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