Kaya. I was dreaming. At least, I thought I was. I was back in Texas, standing in the center of my art studio, staring at a huge canvas that was larger than anything I had ever worked on before. There were flowers everywhere, I hate flowers! everywhere. Red roses. Yellow roses. Irises. Carnations. Daisies and mums. So many flowers that they were even in the painting, hidden in the lines of a woman’s dress, the angles of a man’s jaw. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen.Why were there so many flowers in my art studio. Everyone knew I hated them, but somehow they were all I could see and smell. And then it changed, the room itself becoming larger, brighter. There were skylights, the kind I had always wanted in my studio, and gorgeous built ins that were big enough to hold all the paints I could ever use. My studio had metal shelves that had come in a box from the local WalMart.I didn’t understand where I was or why I felt heaviness in my chest when I looked around. It was all
Ace. The doctor left, followed closely by Alicia, but not before Alicia dropped a wink in my direction.She was coming out of it. I couldn’t even begin to express how excited I was. And scared. She had been in this coma for a total of fifteen days now. What did it mean that it took so long for her to wake up?I picked up her hand and pressed it to my lips.“You have to wake up, baby,” I said. “I know you can do it. You have to keep fighting. You have to come back to me.”That is all I wanted. I wanted her to come back to me. Nothing else mattered. I wanted to make things right, to tell her I was sorry and that I was still in love with her. One year ago. “Move in with me.” I blurted out as she was lying comfortably on my chest. “Where? Are you planning on getting a house out here?” she asked, a little confused as she looked up at me. “No. But I have a perfectly good house in Los Angeles.“You want me to move to L.A.?”I ran my hand over her bare belly and watched as her nipples ti
Ace. I paced up and down the hallway waiting for the doctor to come outside. She had finally woken up. But she didn't seem to remember me. She had looked at me like I was stranger, like she had never seen me before. My phone rang again, I quickly fished it out of my pockets irritated. Paul knew not to bother me, and he knew how important it was for me to be here, which is why I was so irritated by the back to back calls. I looked down at the name on the name on the screen and it was Cyn calling me. Why the fuck was she calling me again. I switched off my phone and put the phone back in my doctor as I saw the doctor approaching. "How is she doc?" I asked the moment he was next to me. "She can't remember most of the things that happened for the last five years of her life." the doctor said. “Are you telling me that she has lost five years of her life?”Dr. Caliendo looked at me, no sign of amusement in his expression. At first I didn't think it was possible, but his face just to
Kaya. Being discharged from the hospital, I was not sure I wanted to go with him. To me he was a strange man, a man who wanted to take me to his home. But I didn’t have anyone else to go to. No one had apparently visited me since my accident, and my family was all the way back home in Canada. He was my only option.But I couldn’t help but think about Philip. He was the one I remembered, he was my boyfriend, obviously not since it had been five years since we broke up. But I still thought about him and it still felt pretty fresh to me. I looked over at Ace again who was busy packing all my stuff. He looked over at me and our eyes met, he smiled at me. He had one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah, I am fine." i said and he slowly and quietly went back to packing my stuff. "Are you mad at me?" I blurted out a few seconds later, "are you mad I don't remember you or our life?" He looked up at me again and for the first time I saw the sadness i
Cyn. It had been over three weeks since I last saw Ace. I was running out of things to do around the house. I was used to doing everything and now I had absolutely nothing to do and it was driving me nuts. Today I was going to go to the hospital and see him. I had tried calling him but he never answered. I was sure our marriage was over and I was not going to wait for him to throw me out. I had to find out what was going on, being in the dark was killing me. I was about to try dialling his number again, when my bedroom door opened, "Hey beautiful," Paul said from the door, I liked Paul. Something about him always drew me to him. He seemed like a good guy, he always kept to himself. I also knew he was Ace's favourite and confidant which meant his loyalties were to him. "How are you feeling?" he asked smiling "I am good." I lied, looking away so that he could not see my tear filled eyes. "He just called." he said, and for some reason my heart got excited, I wanted to k
Kaya. We had lunch together, but the conversation was stilted and awkward. He would start to say something, but then he would stop, realising that I didn’t know who or what he was talking about. It was like for a moment he would forgot I didn't have all my memories back, which made me feel even worse. “Did you know Shelly and Charlie?”A slow smile slipped over his full lips. It was a nice smile, the kind that could make a girl have thoughts that weren’t altogether Christian. I found myself wondering if it was the smile that made me go out with him in the first place.“I know them well. You took me home with you for Christmas last year and we spent an entire week enduring their questions and crude jokes.”“I think I can figure out which was which.”He laughed, a nice, deep chuckle that came from somewhere deep in his chest.“Shelly really is the complete opposite of you.” I smiled, thinking of my kid sister only twelve in my mind. She was obsessed with that new British boy band, On
Ace. I closed the door and left her alone. It was nice to talk to her like this again. I had missed the back and forth we used to share so easily. Before everything changed, it had always been so easy to be with her. I had to believe we were going to get back to that. I went back to the sitting room and poured myself a drink. I stood there and stared at it for a while, thinking about everything that had happened. Had I done everything I should have done? Should I have tried harder to contact her parents? I knew they would be angry when they found out what had happened, that I didn’t try everything I could try to get word to them. But they were the ones who insisted on taking these cruises without their cellphones. They made it clear they didn’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances. But I knew these were special circumstances and they would have come home immediately had they known. And then they would have taken Kaya back to Texas with them. That was the last thing I wante
Ace. As soon as Kaya went back to the house, I sat there in silence looking at my phone. In that moment I was glad her memory was not back yet, what would happen if she finally knew, Cyn was the reason we broke up in the first place? She would never forgive me. What was Cyn thinking, asking me for a divorce, who did she think she suddenly was blackmailing me. I had to figure something out and quick. I also could not get rid of Cyn, my father would not take it lightly. As if on cue, my phone peeped and it was my father calling me. I had completely forgotten about our meeting, he had requested my presence and demanded I bring Cyn with me. I had just pissed Cyn off, there was no doubt she won't agree to come with me to my parents house. And even if she did, she might tell them about Kaya, and I could not take that risk. My family and Kaya's family had a history, a bad history and my father used every chance he got to remind me about it. A few years back, my father was in busine