Aubrey

Tears form in my eyes as I see the hope swell in Ian.

"You remember!!" Ian exclaims as he moves to embrace me in a tight hug. 

The tears fall down my face  and Ian pulls back slightly, those silver eyes of concern boring into mine. "Baby, why are you sad?" he asks confusion and worry laced in his tone.

Between sniffles I manage to say "That's all... that's all I remember."

Ian's face falls completely and the hope and happiness that once filled his face is now completely drained. He looks out the window as he says "Well at least it's a start"

"So..so I used to call you B-bear?" I ask timidly, sad that I have disappointed him.

"Yes, angel" he turns to face me a smiles softly.

I wipe the tears off my face and say "I will remember"

He smiles more sensing my confidence and chuckles. "Your stubborn ass, of course you're going to remember"

I smile warmly at him and for a moment get caught in those silver eyes.

"As hard as it is for me to leave, I think you ought to get some rest" he says sadly.

"Thank you for coming to visit Bear- Ian I mean. Thank you Ian!" I stumble awkwardly and my cheeks blushing, hoping he didn't notice the fact I called him Bear. It honestly was just an instinct. Seeing the smile blooming on his face, I can confirm he has definitely heard. Bloody hell.

"Goodnight Angel" Ian says standing up, I watch as he leaves my room and a weird feeling occurs in my chest. I miss him? 

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~1 week later~

I miss him. The memories of us, of me and Ian, lie somewhere deep inside my brain clouded by the accident. He is a mere stranger to me but I miss him. It has been a week since he walked out of my hospital room, a week since I have seen him and I have been thinking of him everyday.

A small part of me is angry and hurt that this guy who I obviously previously had a relationship with, hasn't even bothered to make contact with me in a week? But the larger part of me is worried, Ian doesn't strike me as the kind to not care about me thinking about his behaviour from the hospital.

I've been discharged and home for 5 days now, it feels great to be home. My friends, who I had forgotten, I am now learning about all over again. They visit me most afternoons after school and give me the homework so I can at least catch up for this semester, before I go back next week.

My parents went out for dinner leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was meant to go too, but I decided to stay home because of a nasty headache, that I seem to always have.

I'm lying on the couch watching TV when I hear a knock on the door. I begrudgingly get up and walk to go answer the door. My tired state doesn't even acknowledge the danger of opening the door whilst home alone at 9pm. 

Once the door is open I immediately see a bouquet of beautiful flowers in front of me, I look up to see those silver eyes staring down at me.

The Bouquet of Flowers

"I'm so sorry angel" he says quietly.

I stare at him and the flowers before I respond "Sorry for what?". Obviously he is sorry for disappearing, but I don't want him to know that I was hurt and worried and pathetically thinking about him constantly.

"Can I come in?" he asks, standing out in the cold air.

"Uhhhh yes, um sure." I say opening the door wider for him to walk inside, and taking the flowers from him. They are so beautiful and bright looking and I smile smelling them. I feel eyes on me and look up to see Ian staring down at me with a look of adoration. Seeing he has been caught he distracts himself with the buttons on his coat.

"Thank you for the flowers" I smile, and he nods with a short smile. 

He takes off his coat and hangs it on the hook beside the door. Butterflies swirl in my stomach excited and happy he is back and longing for him to touch me. I am taken aback by the thoughts in my mind, as I know little to nothing about this man, yet the physical yearning and emotions I feel toward him show that once, before the accident, I probably loved this man- and a small part of me still does. Which is absolutely crazy.

"Can we talk?" he asks again. He is being so polite which kind of scares me. This man who is so seemingly terrifying to others is being nothing but gentle with me.

"Yeah uh sure! Let's go into the kitchen so I can put these flowers in a vase" I say as I start walking towards the kitchen. I feel the tension in the room as he goes to take a seat at the kitchen counter. I move to the opposite side and lay the flowers on the bench.

"So," I say planting my hands down on the counter in front of me.

"So," he says "I'm sorry for disappearing without warning, I just had to sort things out"

"What things?" I ask, my curious mind wanting to know every detail as to why this man left me for a whole ass week!

"You don't have to worry about tha-" he starts to say but I cut him off.

"NO!" I say rather loudly earning a shocked expression from him. "I mean, well you don't have to tell me it's just I'm getting told the 'don't worry about it' talk all the time."

He chuckles slightly and says "I really don't think you want to know"

"I really think I do want to know" I respond back quickly, staring him down. Being the first to chicken out of eye contact with him I grab scissors from the drawer and cut off the ribbon and packaging of the bouquet. 

Ian

I smile slightly as she drops eye contact with me a blush appears on her cheeks. It's like meeting her for the first time all over again, she's shy but feisty and the main thing being she knows nothing about me and my past, and the gang I happen to run.

I keep asserting to myself that I'll tell her things we she gets her memory back. When she gets her memory back I'll tell her about for the past 6 month's I have been tracking the fuckers that put her in that coma and stormed my house. For the past week, my gang and I have been killing every last one of the people involved, hopefully ending the conflict my father started for good.

"I haven't remembered anything more about us- you yet" my angel says looking down. Her words send pangs to my heart, but I don't know what else I expected to hear. I haven't seen her in a week, and these recoveries take a while. But I am an impatient fuck.

"Tomorrow." I say thinking out loud. "Tomorrow I am taking you on a date" I say almost demand.

I see a blush tint her cheeks and she has a small smile of excitement I see she tries to conceal.

Before she can respond I stand saying "I'll pick you up at 3pm"

"Sounds good" she smiles, this time not hiding it and I smile back. I begin to walk away and it takes everything in me to not stay with her and hug her and kiss her.

Before my hand touches the door I feel the tight embrace of two arms around my torso.

"I missed you" I hear her whisper muffled into my back. I don't know if she intended for me to hear it but I can't help that my heart skips a beat and hope fills me at the prospect of her feelings still being there, in some way at least.

"I missed you too" I say turning around and hugging her back properly. After a few short seconds she pulls away and gives a shy smile, almost like she didn't expect to have done that.

"I'll see you at 3" she smiles.

"See you then Angel" I say walking out in the crisp winter night. 

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