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Mon. 16th Dec 2013
San Diego, California
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It had been two years since Felisa had awoke from her very, very, long, deep sleep. It had been two years since she lost her memories. It had been two years since she started hoping for these memories to come back, but nothing still happened. And the mystery of her past hadn't yet come to a close, in fact, it may had just begun.
It was Felisa's birthday today, her eighteenth.
"Felisa," the loudmouthed outcry of her brother, Nathaniel, together with his restless clunks on her bedroom's door. It had been her personal alarm for two years. She had an alarm clock placed on her night table but it couldn't wake her up.
Nathaniel was trekking his track toward maturity. He was now nineteen and few months to go he would be saying farewell from being a teenager. He had already stopped ribbing Felisa. He'd realised that they were both growing older, and it wasn't good anymore.
Needless to say, Nathaniel had changed a lot after a year. He improved so much in his physical appearance. Since he started working out, his body developed more muscularity.
He thudded the door.
"Felisa?" he said in a strident utterance.
She gently opened her eyes against the sunlight penetrating through the extensive window glasses of her bedroom. She got herself off from her queen-size bed and footslogged to the windows drowsily, like a walking dead, to slide the outspread curtains close.
Thereafter, she trotted to the door whilst scratching her optics, and dragged it open.
"Happy Birthday, Felisa!" Nate greeted merrily with a smile that reached his both ears.
His joyful smile revealed his deep, lovely dimple on his left cheek. It gave sparks in his cerulean eyes. She was utterly surprised to see her brother with couples of balloons in his right hand and a flat, round, white chocolate cake on the other.
She didn't know what to say. She was flabbergasted. All she could do was to look at him with the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward in jubilant.
"Thanks. Thank you!" she exclaimed blissfully.
"So, would you just let me stand here all day?" he snickered, his lips twisted in a mere simper.
"Please come in," she grinned as she moved to the side giving her brother a way to slip inside.
Nathaniel placed the galette on an undersized, empty table inside his sister's bedroom. And then, he tied the strings of the prismatic balloons at the four corners of her titanic lair.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you do this?" she asked, her lips partly parted in felicity.
"I don't know. I only know that this can make you happy," Nate answered.
He yanked out a lighter from his pocket. He rolled its wheel and set flame to the wicks of all the tiny candles.
"Just because it can make me happy doesn't mean you have to do it," she said complainingly, crossing her arms on her chest.
"I will do everything that can make you happy," he snapped.
She didn't know why but there was an inexplicable emotion that ran through her body afferently.
"I don't believe you," said Felisa.
She snorted as she lunged closer to the table, unaware how her cheeks flushed in scarlet obviously.
"So, say something about the cake," Nate told her.
She turned her eyes to him, "Who baked this cake?"
"I did," he answered in boff, hulking his firm torso out and protruding his jawline, making him looked prouder than he really was.
"I don't believe you," she said mockingly as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.
He chuckled, "I really do, but Mum helped me."
"Mum never bakes, you don't know anything about baking." Felisa stated.
"So what are you pointing out?"
"Nothing. I only hope this cake tastes good, but promise I'll eat whatever it tastes." she said confidently.
"I know," he whispered in an audible tone.
His voice was husky, virile, and seductive; and she always blamed it for making her heart pound intractably.
"Ye...yeah, thank...thank you for this." she stuttered, almost getting lost with her words.
"You told us that you didn't want to celebrate your birthday until you remembered your past," Nate sighed, and said, "But I really want to celebrate it and no one can stop me."
"You really are stubborn. I know that you are annoying most of the time but this really is saccharine," her cheeks bloomed, and the aflutter thing caved her in but she triumphantly defeated it by faking nonchalance, "Thanks for this a lot."
Felisa didn't want to celebrate her birthday. She believed that there was no more point in celebrating it. It was her birthday when she had woken from the coma, starting that day her life became miserable and she swore that day so much.
"You know you have a reason to celebrate your birthday," he said in a serious tone like it wasn't coming from her comical brother.
"For what reason I should?" she asked disapprovingly.
"You are alive and still living, and you have to celebrate it. I...I love you, Felisa. We love you. We really do," he said.
Felisa cleared her throat. She knew he was right. She knew how much her family prayed just for her to wake up from the coma, just for her to survive.
But all she did was to grieve in sorrow.
She didn't even take the chance to cherish this second life with her family. She didn't even spend her days with her family, in lieu of that, she kept herself alone inside her room, stuck with the thought that her life would never be normal as then again.
She also forgot taking this another chance to live a life for herself. She was squandering this gift.
What she could do?
She hated everything, even herself. For the past two years and counting, she hoped to remember her forgotten past but it seemed like her past had also forgotten her. Fundamentally, she started castigating herself, her life.
She thought that if there was a place much more atrocious than hell, then perhaps it was her situation today.
"I'm so...sorry," she lisped as tears swarmed her eyes.
"Please Felisa, don't cry." he mumbled then he hurtled to her. He wrapped his arms around her.
His arms. They were stalwart like a solid, titanium armor, and there was where she found invulnerability innards.
She started shedding tears. He wiped the crystals of guilt that were streaming down from her eyes down her cheeks. She cried to his broad shoulder as he fondled her back.
"Hey, don't cry. You still need to blow your candles," he beamed, trying to put off the gloom.
She tried to put back a smile as she said, "Happy Birthday to me."
She turned to her cake whilst wiping her cheeks. Two flames of the eighteen candles were dead, making only sixteen left to blow.
"Make a wish before you blow," he reminded her. She grinned and nodded.
Please, this is the last time I’ll be wishing this. Let me have my memories back.
She puffed her cheeks and blew. The flames flickered before they died, the wisps of smoke drifted from the tips until it amalgamated with the air.
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