After an almost fatal car accident due to her father's wicked ways, Onika Maraj is left blind. The 18 year old was unfortunately left with lifelong injuries, resulting in her long term memory loss. A long 15 years slowly drags by before she's reunit...
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It had been a little over a week since my encounter with the lady of my past. I couldn't count on hand the amount of times I dialed her number without letting it ring through.
Maybe fate had done its job. Maybe the universe was telling me our love had ran its course. But, if that was the God honest truth, I wouldn't have this large hole in my chest. My mother would kill me if she knew I was giving up before I even attempted to try.
"What's yours will always be," is what she'd always tell me. I found that hard to believe for a while until some time last week.
While I took my time reaching out, I was thinking of ways I could possibly get her to remember us, or if not us, me. Nicki meant so much more to me than the physical realm could present. I craved her presence, her heart. The woman was sacred to me, she was a privilege that I sadly didn't get enough of.
My index finger pressed down on the top of the expensive spray—which happened to be Nicki's favorite of all of the fragrances I wore—and extinguished the scent over my body. All this week, I'd spent time researching and learning about long term memory loss and how to gain or trigger past time back. Scent was the major trigger, right along with sound.
Not only did she suffer with long term memory loss, but she was also visually impaired. I didn't know how her father could live with himself knowing that he caused this to happen to not only us, but his only daughter. I guess it was the contentment that came with Onika and I never seeing each other again....or at least that's what he thought.
"We're going out for donuts, Knowles." My coworker, Ricky, knocked on my office's door. I nodded and told him I'd meet them at the café after I finished my report.
After half an hour flew by, I was adjusting my head gear and stepping out of my assigned vehicle. Just as they have since I was stationed in the Big Apple, women attempted to flirt, but most stared from afar. I shook my head and made my way to the diner.
I spotted his golden fur getting closer to me out of my peripheral, then there was Nicki who sported a suede jogging suit and black Ray Bands shades. The woman always did have a sense of fashion since we were young, I could see that didn't manage to go away.
"Tys, come back!" She pulled on his leash, unaware of the person he was excited to see—me.
"He's okay, Nicki."
My heart sped up, I didn't expect to see her so soon. I wasn't prepared, nor had it fully set in that she was alive and well. That's why I took a few days to calm my racing heart and mind before approaching the woman again.
"Bey...Beyoncé?" She wrapped the black leather leash around her small hand and commanded Tyson to stay still.
I was speechless....and cold. The snow flakes danced on us as we stood in front of the diner, neither of us attempted to move. I turned my head and shook it at the sight of my petty coworkers who have been opting to catch me slipping. It was a stigma that stuck to New York cops, and I refused to allow it to stick to me.
