No Memory

15

I sit in the taxi as Henry tells the driver where to go. My things are in the trunk.

I left my heart in Charlie's room.

I couldn't think of a better place to store it.

The taxi driver nods to us as he drives out of the driveway. I turn around and watch Charlie's house as it gets smaller and smaller. Henry blabbers on about the wedding and all the things we need to do when we get back.

I can't hear him anymore. I'm in my own world, my own reality. I bite down on my lip as we get closer to the airport. The plane leaves in an hour.

Then I get to kiss LA goodbye.

My body trembles with fear, anticipation and sadness. What am I doing? Why am I doing what I'm doing?

A loud ringing noise comes from my pocket. I take out my phone and press talk.

"Hello?" I breath in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hear Danny nearly growl on the other end.

"I'm leaving LA and going back to New York," I sigh softly. I turn away so Henry can't see me. I hear Danny sigh.

"You can't leave Charlie, he loves you, and I know you love him, if you leave him there's no coming back."

I look out the window as the sun fades through the neighborhoods. Kids enjoying the last few moments of the light. Their parents sitting drinking reliving the old days. All around happiness. I imagined rain on the day I left Charlie. Sadness and rain with wind. The kind of day that cuts coldness into your bones. But the day I left Charlie was suppose to be the day I died. The day I drew my last breath.

"I know, I'm sorry," I whisper into the phone before I hang up. I turn off the ringer and put it into my pocket. I watch as we pull up to the LA-X doors. I get out and follow the cabby driver to the back. He opens the trunk of the car and gives Henry and I our bags. The three brown bags of mine frown at me as the one green of Henry's smiles.

"Thanks," Henry beams and gives the driver the money. I hold my bags up and walk to the doors.

"Here I'll take your bags, why don't you find a place to eat or sit for a bit," Henry smiles. I fake a smile and nod. I hand him my bags and go through the doors. A rush of people bustle about. I push my way through them. I find a bench and sit on it. I have no motivation to eat. I sigh as I look at the people. I watch people saying goodbye to each other. One couple catches my eye. A young woman and man hug. She must be early twenties and he's at least 25. She reaches up and kisses him before rushing away to catch her flight. The man stands there tears in his eyes. I look away. I see another couple saying goodbye. A man rushes away from a woman after they hug. The woman sobs by herself as the man waves one last goodbye.

I can't leave....

I get up and rush to the doors. I see Henry. He stops me before I can make it.

"Where are you going?" He sounds sad. He already knows where I'm going.

"I love Charlie, and I can't leave him, I just, I know I'm a jerk for leaving you but it's, it's time to move on," I try not to sound like a bitch. This poor guy went through a lot to find me. Henry looks away and for a second I regret leaving. But he looks up with a smile.

"Go," he whispers. I hug him quickly and rush out the doors. I hear him call after me about my luggage but that doesn't matter.

I rush into the traffic and flag down a cab.

"LAPD precinct," I say. The cabby nods and soon we are off. I take a fifty out of my pocket as we make it to the street across from the precinct.

"Thank you," I smile and give him the fifty. I get out and on to the sidewalk. Another woman gets inside after me. I look across the street and see Charlie come out and go to his car. He doesn't see me across the street.

"Charlie!" I yell. He looks up and sees me. I see the love in his eyes. I run out into the street.

I didn't even see it coming. Charlie did.

The black SUV rams into me sending me through the street.

I don't even hit the pavement before blackness takes over.