Eye Of The Storm

Chapter Nine: Birthmark

Jade's POV

I get a warning sign like flashing red lights "melting point reached" as I look at him and I can't help but succumb.

I just can't seem to have a clear image in my head of who he really is no matter how hard I try to.

"I bet you're mistaken about those birthmarks." I said strongly, giving a startled gasp.

"I have every inch of your body memorized Jade." He stated boastfully.

"Don't get too excited yet." I snapped at him.

"Trust me I know what I'm saying," he taunted.

He put his hand out for me as support and I reached for it. He gently helped me get up. His touch was tender.

I was about to trip because I had no balance and the world was spinning. He held me closer and i felt my whole body against his.

His chest was warm. It felt familiar.
Felt like home.
Felt safe.

His perfume was Dolce & Cabana for sure.

My memory fails me when I try to recoup who he is. I find no file in my archives yet when I stare into his enchanting eyes I feel like I know him.

"Careful!" He said as he held me tight and I snapped back to reality.

"Thank you," i whispered softly.

He held my hand and walked me with care to the bathroom. He opened the door for me and kept his other hand on my back.

"I got it from here," I said firmly.

He turned his back to me and faced the other direction and said, "I'm standing right here if you need me."

I stood in front of the mirror.

My heart was throbbing and it felt like my heartbeat was ringing in my ears.

I slowly raised my hospital gown that draped over my body and I winced in pain. My arm was hurting because of all the drugs they injected in my body.

"Are you okay? Can i come in?!" He yelled with worry.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Chill." I said to him while biting my lip and stifling a groan.

I was in pain. My whole body felt weak and vulnerable.

I turned to the side and looked in the mirror.
I slowly raised the gown up again and noticed a heart shaped light-colored birthmark on my lower back just between my back dimples.

I gasped.

At that moment I didn't know whether i wanted him to be right or not.

But now that he's right, I am bombarded with questions that my brain can't handle or fathom any answers to.

I called out his name that he had me repeat this morning to memorize it. "Ashton? Can you please come in." I said with the driest voice I could fake.

He directly turned around and knocked politely before he entered. He put his hand on the knob and wanted to close the door with both of us inside,alone, then he didn't. He hesitated for a second then didn't close the door so as not to scare me or cause me any uneasiness or discomfort.

He walked closer and asked, "You good?"

"You were right." I bluntly stated and my eyes filled up with tears involuntarily.

The contours of his face flood me with a stab of recognition and a tad of realization that jerks me from the torpor of shock.

"Hey look at me! Why are you crying?" He touched my face and stroked my cheek.

"Please tell me who you really are," I said pleadingly and tried to hide the fact that I was slightly blushing due to his tender touch.

"I'm your boyfriend. We've been together for 6years. Please try to remember." He said with watery eyes.

"I swear I'm trying but I just can't. I know nothing about who you are. I can't seem to recall a single thing." My hands trembled with the fear that shrouded my body.

He held my shaking hands and demanded I look into his eyes.

I couldn't impede or stymie the rush of mixed feelings that were bubbling in my chest. I can't deny it. I felt something unique. Something I just can't delineate nor express.

I keep looking at him and, in spite of all my efforts, the tears began running down my face.

His eyes well up with tears and fill them with sadness that I can't limn.

He instantly pulled me into his chest and whispered softly with a calming voice, "Hushhh, I'm right here beside you and I promise to do everything I can in my power to make you recoup your memory."

"How?" I stuttered and said worriedly.

"I'll find a way. Don't you worry." He half smiled in his agony.

"What if I can't remember?" I asked, trying to conceal the panic that was riding up my legs and flooding my whole being.

"You will. I know you will." 

"I really hope you're right this time too."

I trembled and very bitterly wept. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and kissed my head. 

"It's okay to cry. But I need you to know that it's all gunna be just fine." He said firmly. Confident and sure.

"Do you promise me that?" I asked like a small child who believes in "promises" and what not.

"I promise."