The Forgotten Memories of Alexis (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

When she got back, I had lots to tell her about my life. I was thankful that some of my memories came back. She told me that she was done on taking her medication so she can jot down what my possible stories to tell about myself.

She was adorable.

She was different from the girls I had met.

I couldn't help but to stretch a smile across my face. Dusk almost settled in, the amber scratch on the firmament made the vicinity brighter that it should have been. Mom excused herself because she still had something to do. Mabuti nalang at narito si Ariellè. She can suffice anyone. Her presence would make me content and happy.

The smile that etched on my face was palpable. She was talking about her medications and treatments she had been through however, there was a broad line she didn't want to exceed- something that seemed to be a secret. I couldn't pin point what was it but I knew there was something pivotal. I wanted to voice out what was bothering me since then but there was a huge bar blocking the words to escape from mouth.

"I have this friend," she began, "during exams, she always covers her paper as if I were to copy her answers then when she doesn't know the answer, she'll peek on my paper surreptitiously! Biruin mo!"

I couldn't help but to chuckle on her animated narration. She was indeed pure and genuine. She had this amiable air that could make anyone admire her. That idea piqued me. I didn't know to myself why in a short span of time, I already had this sense of protectiveness towards her. Maybe because I found her adorable through her actions and I wanted her all for a worthy person— for myself if I would be selfish.

This should not be happening. My nickel and dime feelings for Ariellè. Paano nalang kung makalimutan ko siya? That was possible, right? Because I knew my condition was serious. I will never be able to provide her a normalcy in our relationship— wait, what the hell were you thinking, Alexis? As if naman gusto ka niya, hindi ba? Dream on, you ignod.

She was just friendly. I tried to feed myself with that aphorism. As time passed by, I couldn't help but to feel the essence of someone beside me. I wanted to see her everyday, I wanted to talk to her everyday. I would be so thankful because of that. She was my ball of sunshine in this monstrosity.

The amber shaft of the sun started to illuminate the room. The shadows from the wall topped with the window overviewing the panorama of the city started to stretch. Morning wasn't that impressive before, it didn't poke the sense of excitement because of my mundane monotony of days. But now, I couldn't suppress the enthusiasm simmering on my face. This day was normal, I didn't forget anything.

I rose from my bed and looked at the digital clock that draped on the wall just above the door. Mother was not yet inside and I guessed she'll be coming as soon as possible. The clock was at exactly six in the morning and my chest was making loud thuds with heartfelt anticipation. Two weeks had passed and she was still here. According to her, she was supposed to be discharged but her doctor wanted to make a thorough observation.

While I was wandering on my own reverie, I couldn't help but to ponder whether she was also thinking and anticipating for our meeting but I immediately pushed out that idea because it hauled me to my own precarious fantasies. Kinagat ko ang aking labi at tumingala.

This isn't good. I thought as I tousled my hair. I need to get all my shit together. But all the words I swore to myself had scattered once I saw her open the door with her all smiles face. She was wearing a hospital gown and yet her beauty was simmering in every part of her body. Her smile was my dose of happiness and contentment. I wondered if how can I keep it that way.

"Good morning!" She greeted.

I beamed, "Morning,"

"How was your sleep? Did you pack your memories in your backpack before waking up?"