After the tragedy that hit her, Rachel now lives a life without a single memory of her past. To her, she's just a normal person with a normal life but she is unaware of the different world around her and the things that makes up her past life until...
This is the second part of the last chapter. It was getting a bit longer than the usual word count that I wanted. But I do hope you love this. ❤
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Luca, she noticed seemed a bit less tensed while driving. His shoulders seemed more relaxed, and it no longer felt like there was a ticking bomb inside of him.
While Rachel thought they would simply talk in his car,which was surprisingly cozy, Luca seemed to have other plans. At first, he just drove. Pass the station, pass the community hall and when he drove pass her own house, she began to get more alarmed.
But Luca paid her no mind. It was like she wasn't even there, his fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he drove and his lips were set on a straight thin line as if he was thinking of something unpleasant, which Rachel thought he actually was. After all he was responsible of someone's death at the moment, and if she had it in her, she will have to tell someone about it before he does something worse. He scared her. That was no news, but what scared her more were the things happening since his arrival.
As a gush of wind brushed through her skin, last night memories began to rush to her. She thought of how she had found Steve's body dumbed roughly on the alleyway. But most of all, what had happened in the worker's locker room at Sharks Tunnel.
Last night has been strange in so many ways. Rachel always knew there might be something wrong with Meredith ever since she began as a new waitress in Sharks Tunnel, but what she did yesterday was something that even she couldn't put in words. She remembered how pale Meredith began to look, and how wide her eyes grew that she was even reminded of the psychic, the one that seemed to be never in the picture in the first place. And that scared her, more ways than she could tell. Everything that has been happening doesn't add up but still, it seemed to have a connection.
And even if she could find a connection, how will she explain who Laura was, and what Gemma said last night. That she was... No, she shouldn't even go there. Couldn't. That was even more than impossible. Yes, she might have lost all her memories, been forcefully ripped away from her home and all the people that she has forgotten, but this was a total different crazy story. Yes, crazy. There was no other way to describe it.
Luca made one last turn to the left, gripping the steering wheel so hard that his fist almost looked white, paler than his normal skin colour and just as she realized she was staring too much, and Luca might have noticed her eyes that has been glued to him. Rachel turned her head away, towards her window, stuck her chin outside and that's when a blur of an image flashed to her mind. It was something that felt very similar, like she has been there before and of course, she remembered this exact memory. She has had it before sometime ago. A blur of the colour red, that seemed to be painted on something moving, like a car? And there was another red there, but this time it was a different shade. Like ginger? Hair? Then there was laughter. A man and a lady's, but it sounded so happy in her ears that she almost smiled. And there was more laughter, more colours. Blue. Pale skin. She wanted to search deeper into the image, push further than the blur that painted the picture but it was gone. Just as fast as it came.
