Closer

Chapter 40: Wrong Room

Aphrodite's POV

Hailey has been walking back and forth, one hand on her hip while the other on her hair. I told her about my sudden trip next week. Sam didn't tell me the reason behind it but when she told me where we will be staying took me by surprise. We would be staying in a cabin north of London.

If I could remember it right, it was where the Thompson's usually spend their vacation. The one where Sam and I play a lot when my family came with them. I could recall aunt Anna playing the piano for us.

"Aphrodite!" Hailey called, making me jump a bit from my seat. "This trip is suicide. Are you sure it's just you two?" She asked with a worried look. "Can't you bring someone along?"

"I'll ask her when we'll meet again. I think she won't mind that I'll bring you along," I smiled at her. She gave me a firm nod. Then, she took a seat beside me.

"I'm quite worried about how this trip would go," I heard her sigh. "I think I quite know why you'll go there," I looked at her with a frown.

"What do you mean?" She sighed.

"Remember when you got drunk during James' party?" I nodded. "I don't know if you could recall that you and Sam met inside the bathroom that we were occupying-"

"What?!" I asked in surprise. This got her to sigh deeper.

"I knew you were too drunk to function," she shook her head in disbelief.

"She happened to get inside the room, and probably used the bathroom. I guess she didn't see you but when I got inside, she called for you but somehow you told her to get out. I took the liberty to escort her out of the room but she had a worry look on her face that time.

When we got out of the room, I kind of told her to get her memories back," she looked at me nervously. I put a hand in my face and this time, I was the one sighing.

"I can't believe you said that," I said with a groan. "It's fine to let her remember but I'm worried about the shock when she'll learn the truth."

"But isn't it better?"

"There is a chance she will be confused, Hailey. There will be an internal struggle on her identity," I explained. "She will be like a fuse that was overloaded with a strong current. It would break," I added.

"If the memory that would enter her mind is too overwhelming for her," she retorted. "What if it's not? Nothing bad would happen, right?" This got me quiet. She's right. As long as it would not overwhelm her. I nodded. "Then, let's just hope for the best," she said with a reassuring smile.

I decided to have our French practice 4 times a week. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays for 3 to 4 hours. We don't want to overtime much because all Sam needed is to practice her French. I don't see much problem because her accent was natural like back when we were kids.

After all, she's the one who taught me French. I did have a hard time because she wasn't that good at teaching. She may be a prodigy but one thing's for sure, she's bad at teaching other people.

-- 2 DAYS LATER --

"Well, you're kind of getting the feel of it. Not bad," I smiled and patted her head. She looked at me in surprise. Then, I quickly retracted my hand. I could feel the blood rushing in my cheeks so I turned around so she couldn't see it.

"It's been a long time since someone patted my head like that," I heard her say making me look at her through my shoulder. I noticed the longing look she had.