LOGIN“You don’t have to thank us for existing,” I tell her firmly. Sav nods. “You’re stuck with us.” Selena looks emotional for a second, but quickly covers it with a smile. “Lucky me.” The three of us slide out of the booth and gather our bags. I am still laughing at something Sav said as we start tow
The afternoon Texas heat wraps around Sav and me as we climb out of the cab and make our way toward the small Mexican restaurant Selena has picked for lunch. The place sits on a lively corner in Uptown Dallas, bright colored tiles decorating the entrance while music drifts softly through the open do
JenThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa in Uptown Dallas, painting warm golden streaks across the rumpled white sheets of this huge king-size bed. I stretch slowly beneath the blankets, still tangled in the comfort of sleep, my hair spreads messily ac
The next morning, I find myself standing outside The Crow’s Nest with a strange feeling twisting in my chest. Nostalgia. For months, this place felt so foreign to me, and now it’s so familiar it’s almost like a second home. During the worst of my memory loss, this café became one of the few constant
“Well, hello there,” she murmurs. My eyes slowly travel over hers, where she lies across her hotel bed. “Jesus, Jen.” “What?” “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.” Heat creeps into her cheeks. Then I smirk slightly, thinking that I should take some advantage of this. “Strip for
Later that evening, Jen finally got back to her hotel room and managed to call me half an hour after she texted me saying she was on her way to her hotel room. The second the call came through, I can’t answer it quick enough. She must be exhausted after the day she’s had. The entire day must feel so
“I started to panic, the way Greg was looking so confused with the truth, the way Andrea was looking at me like I shouldn’t be there, and the way his parents had that sympathetic look on their faces. I can’t believe Greg thinks we are still together, and that probably hurt me the most. The way Greg
Walking into the room all heads turn to me. “Jen,” Greg says from his bed with a smile on his face from seeing me. “I’m so happy to see you sweet cheeks.” Did he just call me sweet cheeks? He’s not called me that in years, even just before we broke up. He stopped calling me sweet cheeks months befor
After getting off the phone with my parents they have decided to make the trip out here to Chicago to give not just us some support but to be there for Greg’s parents too. I’m relieved to hear they are coming out here and to hear that they are on the next commercial flight out too is a huge relief.
Before heading back into the hospital, I go and grab myself a coffee and a blueberry muffin from the nearby coffee shop. I wander around a little eating my muffing before heading back to the hospital. That is if I don’t get lost on the way. Returning back to the hospital and getting back to Greg’s r







