The Journey to Escaping Darkness (Book 1)

Chapter 34

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I went to bed at three in the morning. Oliver woke me up around ten. We had breakfast and acted like nothing happened. I hadn't told him I got my memory back yet. So basically we lived life as it was before yesterday.

I hated it. I wanted to talk about the kiss, I wanted to talk about it how I got my memory back, I wanted to talk about my plan. But every time I tried, I lost my courage and just said nothing.

It wasn't until noon when we were watching gone with the wind for the hundredth time that I started a conversation.

"Oliver, I um have something to tell you." I said faintly looking at him. He looked at me with a curious look. "I got my memory back." I told him with my voice fading as I spoke.

He waited a second searching my eyes. He asked simply, "All of it?" I nodded waiting for him to respond. He looked down in his lap for a few minutes then looked back at me. "When?"

"Last night." I replied simply.

"I guess we should go back then." he told awkwardly. I nodded not able to say anything.

There was a feeling in my gut I'd never felt before. It was unexplainable. I didn't understand, at all.

"I guess we could wait a few days. I bet your head hurts." He aid we more lightness in his voice.

"Yeah, I don't feel fully recharged." I lied feeling the exact opposite.

Something inside of me didn't want to leave, but the other side wanted me to run for the hills. I always felt torn apart in two directions, it was a formality at this point.

We sat on the couch in silence. He was still watching gone with the wind like he was completely fascinated by it, while I was just reading the book for the millionth time.

It was about two in the after when I was cooking a late lunch, and Oliver started to look at me for the first time in hours. He took a quick glance at me almost unnoticeable. He kept doing that every few minutes.

My curiosity got the best of me after a few times of doing this. I asked him slightly annoyed, "Do you need something Oliver?"

He shook his head looking back at the tv screen. Not surprising he took a quick glance again after a few minutes. I took in a sharp breath keeping my calm.

Doing it again I asked once again only irritation laced in my voice, "Oliver, are you sure you don't need something?" He nodded with a slight lop sided smile.

I shook my head and finished up lunch. I just made grilled cheese, not remembering how to cook much else. For about a thousand years I've always had someone cook for me.

I grabbed both of our plates, and sat down on the couch next to him. He thanked me and we ate in silence. And of corse that stupid scene in gone with the wind where Scarlett and Rhett kiss passionately before he goes off to war.

I sat there watching hiding how uncomfortable I was. It just reminded me of our kiss. I guess I didn't do it too well because a smirk was plastered across his face.

"Why are smirking?" I asked irritated giving him a glare. I hated how he was never affected by how I acted. Everyone was, except for this idiot.

He shook his stupid head in response and I just continued to stare at him. He looked at me holding in his laughter. "What?" He asked dumbly.

"Why are laughing?" I asked him still annoyed. He never seemed to have an issue with making my mood turn into something negative.

"Because your funny." He responded letting his laughter fill the room.