A Song of Remembrance ( Redamancy Book 1: Under Reconstruction)

Chapter 8:

Whoever invented running really had needed a better hobby.

The wind slapped my face, snaking through my hair and cooling down my sweaty body as I swiped at the perspiration on my forehead. The world around me stirred as I continued to race time to my destination, my heart pounding and my mind pushing me forward despite the screaming ache of my lungs.

The winds picked up as the birds emerged, their twinkling melody lingering through the air almost as if in encouragement. Taking in another chestful of air, I squinted through the golden shadow of the sun.

This was the time of day I loved the most. When the rest of the world was asleep, leaving the natural beauty untouched.

Raw.

Pure.

It was all mesmerizing in its simplicity, yet enthralling in complexity all the same.

 I sucked in a breath of air, relief washing over me when I caught sight of the familiar pale blue door that gave away my house. 

My shoes slapped the pavement as I kicked up speed, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. Wheezing, I reached the patio steps, pushing through the door, and making a beeline for the kitchen.

After grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge, I made my way to the shower. When done, I rushed over to my closet, pulling on a sweatshirt and some leggings. I wrangled myself into something presentable, making my way out of my room. 

She was probably still at the birthing center.

I didn't remember her having told me otherwise. While my mom's memory was pretty solid, I found my journal searching for a reminder but did not find anything.

I stilled when I took notice of the gap in the date.

No.

It was rare that I made a careless mistake such as this, but there it was staring up at me like a sore thumb. I had forgotten yesterday. While I remembered parts of it, like celebrating with Skylar and Hayden and my classes, some parts were already fuzzy.

My stomach sank as I stared at the blank page, willing words to appear. To my frustration, they didn't. I shook my head, fighting back tears as my blood went cold.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there, replaying what I remembered from the day before in my hand. But with each time I did so, I only felt worse. It didn't help that I knew there was nothing I could do besides hope I hadn't forgotten anything significantly important.

I pulled myself together a few moments later,  continuing to get ready, despite my dampened mood. I grabbed a granola bar for breakfast after pulling on a pair of leggings and an olive camisole, finishing the outfit off with a pair of low-rise boots.

When I had made it out of my room, I stilled, spotting my computer on the counter. It was halfway open already, the sight giving me a last-minute thought. I rushed over in hope, praying that I had remembered to give myself reminders throughout yesterday.

 Upon pushing it open and staring at the screen I was flooded with relief. Taking a shaky breath, I read over the words, my fingers shaking as I scrolled further down the note. Although as I read it appeared as if I had managed to remember most things from the day before, I found myself stalling at the words partner and coffee under the section for my criminal investigation class.

I remembered the project of course. Just not the coffee.

Two more things were quite clear at that moment.