Remember To Forget

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Laura

Laura's head was filled with vociferous thoughts. The voices in her head wouldn't settle down and every streak of worry, anxiety and fear she felt was backed up by a consuming feeling of exhaustion.

Her mother in-law was missing.
Her daughter was apparently connected to an illegal heist.
As much as most of her memories were restored and her nightmares and past was understood, her future was a bountiful streak of uncertainty.

The man that her heart throbbed for with every apparent fiber of her being was the son of the vilan who had destroyed her family, village and heritage.

Times when the voices in her head drew her to different directions, it made her loose focus. Her headaches were worse when she tried to force a clearer image of the structural glimpse in her mind. Despite her resurrected memories, her thoughts were inscrutably profound and it weighed on her, heavily.

Times when she felt scared and confused of who she was, she would try to loosen up her hold on to reality and focus on her instincts but every inch of her guts screamed to be free from an engrossed bond she couldn't seem to fathom.

When she tried to meditate and focus on a particular thought or emotion.
It was a drift alongside a struggle. Her mind was in a fog and it couldn't decipher between Laura Chidera Taiwo and Margaret Maryam Musa.

They were like two different people in one body, connected to one delirious mind.

The one emotion they had in absolute common was revenge and Laura used that.

Sited, leg - crossed - a position popularly known as "Indian style" - in her daughter's bedroom, she missed her little, over hyper angel and as the tears flowed down her cheeks, she knew that she would do anything to keep her daughter safe from her monster of a grandfather.

Determined, she used the anger, frustration and exhaustion that reigned in her inherent impulse to decode what her mother in - law's message meant.

She had excused herself from the rest, the need to be isolated with her thoughts was an inclination she couldn't ignore.

So why did she feel like she was missing something or was it someone?

As that thought brewed in her mind, she heard a quiet knock.

"Hey, can I come in?" Laura looked up to see her husband standing outside their daughter's bedroom. He looked so unsure and tired.

She wanted to say no but her lips didn't. "Yeah, I mean the door is opened." She tried to smile but it felt unreal so she didn't.

He strolled to reduce his height down to her sited position. He stretched one of his legs out and raised the other, knee high.

She could feel him looking at her but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. He had a way of communicating with what she felt by staring into her eyes, without words.

"Do you know that one of the reasons I wanted you back so bad was because I couldn't take another day of Katey's well - made cereal." She laughed at his feigned tortured expression.

"But you ate it though?" She asked him through her chuckles.

"Of course I did. I'm too sexy to drop dead from a child's angry look." She laughed at his arrogance and silly remark. Laura felt herself smile, it made her realize how much she has missed his arrogance.

"Your smile is so beautiful and sad." His comment drew her eyes to his, which gave him the opportunity to take her lips into his. He kissed her slowly with a pinch of absolute desperation. She didn't expect it to feel so good no matter how many times he had taken her lips into his unexpectedly.