As I walk towards her, she sits silently on the hospital bed, watching me, never looking away. I stop when I reach the side of her bed. We continue to stare at each other, not sure what else to do. I don't know how long we stay like that, staring at each other silently.
Finally. "Get up," I say quietly. She stands, asking, "Where are we going?" I hesitate before answering, "Home."
As stubborn as always, she stays where she is. "At least tell me your name before I follow you to wherever 'home' is," she argues. I sigh and respond with, "You go first." She scoffs. "Nice try. I asked you first." I laugh. She tilts her head at the sound, surprised. Finally, I say, "Seraph." She doesn't say anything for a long time. I have to say, "And yours is..." before she tells me. "Oh," she says. "Right. Melody. Or at least, I think it is." I am flooded with relief. "She remembers," I whisper under my breath.
We leave the hospital and get into my car. Melody stares at my key chain. I look down at it. It's nothing special. Just an 'S' and a flame.
At first, as we drive down the road, we are quiet. Then Melody turns to me. "Earlier in the hospital, when I told you my name, I heard you say that I remembered," she says, "What did you mean by that?" She pauses. "Wait! You knew what my name was before I even said it, didn't you?" I don't say anything. She looks really mad.
After a while, I say, "I just wanted to see if you remembered anything. The doctors said you might have forgotten everything." Why does she look so shocked? "You still haven't told me how you know me," she points out. Again, I don't say anything. We sit in a comfortable, yet tense, silence. Well, technically it's not completely silent since the radio is currently playing Drake. Turning the radio off, I start telling her about the past.
"Before the fire, and I'm sure you probably remember that happening. Before we were even born, our moms were the best of friends. I'm older than you because my birthday is in May and yours is in July." Melody looks as if she had just been slapped in the face. I can see that she is starting to remember.
