Our Shared Memories

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Summary: Amber Harris never expected Matt Kimura, her fiance; to get in a horrible car accident which causes him to lose his memory. When matt didn't want her to visit anymore, she still persistently continued to visit him. That continued until one day she discovered he was discharged from the hospital. A few months later, she received news that she was pregnant with his baby daughter. Dismayed with the situation of being alone with raising the baby, she decides to put her up for adoption. What happens when Matt adopts her not knowing he's the biological father; later on, meeting Amber?

Author note: hey everyone. This plot seems quite difficult for someone like me to pull off but I'm going to try my hardest. Please wish me luck, enjoy, and please give me your feedback in a review. Thanks so much!

I nearly felt myself being torn apart from the inside when I heard him say those three words that irrevocably hurt me so much, 'who are you'. I could feel myself get more and number by the second; I made myself try and conceal the overwhelming fear cultivating inside me. "That's truly all you can say after I went through so much conflict when I found out that you were in the hospital? Do you have the slightest idea how worried I was? That's really ALL you can say!" I said infuriated trying to control the rage in my voice, not to mention, the tears that threatened to fall down my face. In the end they did. I knew something was wrong, yet I addressed the situation in a joking manner.

He said nothing until a few seconds of him scrutinizing my every feature carefully. He then inhaled deeply then released his breath. "Hey shouta," he said while calling his friend over to his side, "get this crazy girl out of here. I have not the slightest idea who she thinks she's talking to, I don't even know her" he said while finishing his sentence quite fluently. He merely gave him the same astounded look as I did. I nervously listened to the doctor's explanation of how he could have forgotten about me.

"Well, it's possible he could have been trying to remember what happened too much when we were operating on him. This usually doesn't occur that often, so we usually don't worry about it that often. Therefore it's very rare for these sorts of things to happen. In most cases, the patient regains their memory within time. However, there has been cases in which the patient never regains their memory." At that moment my heart sunk as I felt it crumble and shatter into a million pieces.

At that time, I wondered how someone could forget about someone that they loved. I found it almost completely impossible. But then I stopped and thought about it and realized, "you'll never understand something until you sit and try to think about it from another person's point of view." (A/N: my quote) . This was proven to be true, as I realized you can never understand something until you truly experience it.

The next day, I visited his room again only to be welcomed with the same bitter facial expression he had on yesterday after I nearly broke down. "Why are you here?" He sneered with distaste. "Oh um well I just wanted to explain what I meant yesterday, you see..." I said while trailing of and walking a little bit closer, "I'm friends with one of your friends and they've told me about you so when I found out about this happening I got really nervous. But at one time I really got to meet you. It was a long time ago, so I didn't really expect you to remember." I said while biting down on my lip a bit. That was somewhat true but most of it was a lie. "Oh that makes sense then." He said while his facial expressions softened. At this time, he continued to act nice towards me until he realized I was hiding something he didn't know. He would truly start to show provocation in me coming and started to aggressively say things like "You're here again? Why? Girls like you annoy me. You just want me for my wealth. You're despicable. Stop coming here." (A/N: let the record show that Matt is rich in this story) It wasn't until a few weeks later that I found out he was released from the hospital. I managed to change the topic everytime until I bravely thought of a way to tell him what I truly knew. But when I finally got the chance to, he was gone. I knew where he lived, but he would get suspicious if I visited his house. Not to mention, he would pester me and continue asking me confusing questions. The more questions he asked, and the more he insulted me, the more I felt my heart slowly tearing into a million pieces.

Several of the events occurred five years ago. The night before he got in a car crash, we made love to each other. I will never forget the moment he proposed to me a few months before that faithful night. Matt made it so special, like every single moment simply needed to be perfect. It was obvious to me how much he cared.

I never forgot the day I entered the doctor's office and they told me I was pregnant. I almost broke down crying right then and there. It was a few weeks after I stopped visiting him. I was nearly shaken into tears of sorrow. At first, they said congratulations as they thought I was crying for joy. Normally, I would have been. In this case, how could I? Then they quickly realized that I wasn't and left me alone to think about the situation I guess you would call it. After about eight months, the baby was final putting me into labor and bringing me to the hospital. The birth experience was excruciatingly painful and it brought tears to my eyes as soon as it was over. Not only because I was still somewhat happy that it was not only over, but that I gave birth to such a beautiful baby. That's exactly what made me tear up, the decision I made to put the baby up for adoption.

Uh huh I'm ending it here! (: Until the next chapter I bid you farewell.