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25. She's Extremely Clingy

ENNY'S P.O.V

Caleb offers me his hand to pull me off of the wet grass, which has probably made me look like I just peed myself.

His touch is gentle, his hand is soft; not gripping mine too hard. With his assistance, I am up on my feet in a matter of seconds, my heart still racing from the 'outburst' that I just had.

"I promise you," He tells me. "That I will help you remember everything. Even if it takes me the rest of my life. I will help you." I give him a weak smile, grateful for his willingness to help me through this 'journey', as some people might call it.

He still hasn't let go of my hand as we begin walking back towards the car, but I don't mind. I'm kind of mentally unstable at the moment and could use something to keep me grounded. We walk in time with each other, and in a peaceful silence that isn't awkward at all.

I sneak a look up at him. His jaw is set tensely, his lips pressed in a fine line. His hair blows around in the wind, some of it going to the left, some of it going backward. It looks...hot. I mentally slap myself for even having such a thought. I mean, I have a boyfriend! Caleb's eyes look straight ahead, and he doesn't really seem like he's 'zoned-in' at the moment. He's definitely thinking about something.

"What're you thinking about?" I blurt out, unable to contain my curiosity. He looks down at me, a warm smile on his face.

"Nothing, really." He tells me. His smile falls from his face as he looks down at out intertwined fingers. He quickly pulls his hand away, stuffing it in his pocket. He looks horrified. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was even--"

I stop him, putting a finger to his lips to stop him from talking. "It's okay."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping slightly as he does so. "It's just that you have a boyfriend, and I have a girlfriend. She's not my wife, by the way. I forgot to mention that earlier. I know the last time you guys met, she said she was my wife..." He shakes his head, looking at me once again. "She's really not."

"Are you guys going to get married, though?" I ask him, wondering why he's dismissing her claim that they're married as if it's almost unbelievable that she would even think that they could ever be married.

He bites his lip, looking uncomfortable. "I'm not really sure..." He says. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course you can."

"She's extremely clingy, and it's getting really annoying. I just don't know if I could ever marry her. I just...I can't even picture myself spending the rest of my life with her. But had you asked me this question 2 years ago, my answer might have been different. Ever since she had the baby, she's been like...staticky hair...just sticking to me everywhere I go, and no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get away even for a few minutes."

"Well," I start. "what are you going to do about it?"

He nods his head. "See, that's the big question in my life right now. What the hell am I going to do? Got any suggestions?"

I purse my lips, thinking through different possible scenarios for him. "On one hand," I say. "You could give it another go, talk your problems through with her. Maybe go see a couple's counselor or something. On the other hand, you could just dump her. But that would involve all the legal stuff with your son. Shared custody and all that great crap. You could take the easy way and be miserable, or you could take the hard way and be happy. It's really up to you what you do, but those are the two things that I think would be your best bet."

"God, choosing between the two is easier said than done," He exclaims, running a hand through his hair, something I've observed as being a nervous habit of his. "Did you remember anything, though? That's really what we came here for in the first place."

"No," I tell him, upset that nothing came rushing back to me like it did when I looked at that picture. "Nothing."

He frowns. "Okay, trial and error. That's alright, we can always just try something else."

I nod my head in agreement as we part ways, going to opposite sides of the car. I pull the door open on my side, sliding into my seat. He does the same, starting the car shortly after buckling his seatbelt.

As we pull onto the main road, he asks me a question. "Do you think I should break things off with Amanda?"

I'm slightly shocked that he has asked me this question, and to be honest, I really don't know how to reply. "Um..." I stammer. "I--I don't know. It's up to you what you do. I don't really know much about the situation, so I don't think it's safe for me to give you my opinion on it. After all, this is something that's a pretty big part of your life. You have a child with her. Breaking up with her won't be as easy as it would be if you guys were just boyfriend and girlfriend...you're mom and dad now. It'll be far from simple."

He has a pained look on his face.

"Is there a reason other than her being clingy that you would want to break up with her?" I continue. "Because she might just be clingy because you're not giving her enough attention. You do have a baby together. Maybe she just wants to know that you'll always be there for her and your son. I might be wrong about this, and correct me if I am, but I think there's something else that you're not telling me...or something that you're not really willing to admit to yourself."

A/n

Yo, two chapters in one day. I figured I might as well just post this one too since I missed last weekend.

Enjoy!