Just Friends: The Sequel.

Part II: Chapter Three

 The day I finally got to see her broke my heart. I had been in the hospital for three days before anyone allowed me near her. I knew from my mom, and from the doctors, that she had not regained her memory yet. But, at the time, I thought that seeing her better and awake would make me feel better. I thought, maybe if I saw her breathing, that it would make me feel less guilty. I was wrong, though.

When they wheeled me into her room, the smile on my face was priceless. She was trying to do her hair with a nurse, and I watched her instruct her on how she liked her hair up in those high ponytails. At the time, I was thrilled. Reina remembered how she liked her hair, so her memory must be coming back.

"Reina." The nurse smiled, softly knocking on her door. "You have a visitor."

I was so happy when she finally looked at me. I was so happy to see those beautiful eyes, and her beautiful lips. But, when I saw the expression on her face, I wanted the nurse to wheel me back to my room. Actually, fuck that. I wanted to get right up out of this chair and run to the nearest bathroom so I could throw up. Reina looked so confused. Her eyebrows furrowed together when she looked at me, as if her brain was trying to piece together who I was.

"Hey." I said, immediately feeling stupid for that being the only word to come to mind at a time like this.

Reina continued to stare at me for what felt like hours, her eyes scanning every single inch of my face. I knew that she was trying to remember. I also knew that she could tell how hurt I was, because her expression softened. After a few more moments, she let out a huge sigh as tears began to form in her eyes. Mine couldn't help but do the same.

"I'm supposed to remember you, aren't I?" She asks.

I wiped away a tear that fell on my cheek, as the nurse tried to comfort me by rubbing my back. I didn't want to cry in front of her. I didn't want to scare her. But my heart was breaking. I'm looking at the love of my life. I'm trying to remember the past two years in ten minutes, and it's making me feel like my brain is going to explode. All of that effort. All of that time spent trying to win her over. It's all gone.... Just like that? So easily?

"It's okay." i choke out.

"No it's not." She whispers back, wiping away tears of her own. "I'm supposed to know you, aren't i? Isn't that why you're crying? You play football at my school, and your name is Justin. That's all i know. But you're crying. So we must have known each other."

The monitors by her bed begin to pick up speed, and my immediate instinct is to reach for her hand. She immediately takes it back, her eyes widening once she realizes who I'm technically supposed to be.

"Oh no..." She trails off. "Please, no."

My hand is left just sitting there on the edge of her bed. I'm in complete shock, my body and my mind seeming to be as frozen as a statue.

"I'm being told that i've forgotten things." She cries. "And now you're in here, the boy who literally sleeps with every girl he meets, and I'm supposed to believe that we were ever a thing? What is this? Some kind of joke? Or a prank?"

I want to laugh and die all at the same time. She forgot what she did to me. She forgot that she changed everything I thought i knew about dating someone. She changed everything, and now I have to start over. I have to somehow try and win her back all over again. I can't take this. I feel the bile rising up into my mouth, but I swallow it down and just let the anger take over my body. The trip to vegas, the wedding, the night I held her for the first time, our stupid trip to get a fucking hot dog. All of the little shit, the stuff that seemed meaningless, clouded my memory. I was pissed, I was broken, i was everything and nothing all at once.