We've been driving in the car for about 20 minutes.
I recognize my surroundings. Except for the boys in the car. Michael's driving, with Mia in the passenger seat, and Luke and I in the back.
He hasn't said a word since we left the hospital, just stared out the window.
I look back down at my lap, chipping my black nail polish off even more.
Michael pulled up to Mia and I's apartment, turning off the engine.
"Thank you for driving us." Mia said to Michael, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, before grabbing her crutch and getting out.
I undid my seatbelt, reaching for the door handle, but it opened before I could. I looked up and saw Luke, who I hadn't even noticed had gotten out of the car.
"Thank you." I said to him.
"No problem." He smiled. I stood up, slightly swaying before regaining my balance.
I look back up at Luke, "I'm sorry I don't remember. I really wish I could. But you'll just have to tell me all of the things we've done together, so I'll remember." I hug him, breathing in his scent, which smelled like fresh cologne.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, "it's fine. It wasn't your fault. And we'll have to find sometime so I can." He smiled.
I shut the car door before saying a thank you to Michael, going up to the door.
I turned back to the boys in the car, and waved before going inside.
Having amnesia sucks.
