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Authors: Kimberly Blalock
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question, no this is my smart ass way of saying I don’t want to deal with this anymore.
I have two men acting like total douchebags toward each other and I’m the prize. This is definitely not the Cinderella story I dreamt about as a child.
“What do you want me to say, Abby? What can I do to say I’m sorry in a way that you’ll accept?”
There’s little Evan can say right now that’ll make me forgive this childish behavior.
“I want you to say that you understand that I need time, Evan. I want you to say that you’re willing to be my friend while I get this figured out.”
“Marco? Of all people he can’t possibly be one that you would want to talk to? Do you want him the way that you wanted me?”
I cross my arms over my chest and push my hips to the left narrowing my eyes. “Really Evan? Do you want me to be mean to him?” I huff. “You think this is easy for me? To have this confusion smothering my brain, to have every thought be a stranger?” A tear runs down my cheek and for the first time this week I don’t hide it.
Evan approaches me immediately bringing his hand to my face wiping the tear away. “I would die for you, Abby. I will do anything for you, be anything you need me to be and if you need me to be your friend then that’s what I’ll be.” He closes his eyes to blink holding them closed a few extra seconds. As his eyes open and a smile lifts at the corners of his mouth.
“Evan I… ” I hesitate. “You think that I don’t want you the way that you want me? I get why you think that. But, I have amnesia. I have these intense memories of you and of Marco. I know that you don’t get it. Hell, I don’t get it.” I swing my arms to my chest.
“Do you think about me when I’m not with you?”
I feel like he wants to ask me something else, but he’s holding back and I’m not going to push.
I don’t answer right away, but instead bring my hand to his cheek. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I feel all of the stress burst through and a moment of relief washes over me. Evan’s body tightens in response to my touch.
He doesn’t speak he only shakes his head in such a subtle way that I almost don’t catch it.
“I know it’s there, Abby and I’ll be right here when you know it too.” His smile is flat and it worries me for some reason.
He must catch my concerns because he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me. I don’t feel fireworks or any unrealistic feelings for him. I feel something stronger, but I don’t know what that is. It’s the confusion I was talking about.
“Ahh…” I sigh.
“Ok, I’ll go.” I shake my head. “I shouldn’t have come here and I’m… I’m sorry that you have to put up with me.” I shake my head again.
Evan doesn’t say a word, but the look he holds on his face says everything that I need to hear.
I know that I’ve got feelings for him. I just can’t get away from the guilt though. The guilt of knowing that I remember Marco and that I don’t remember Evan. The guilt of knowing that Marco left me and Evan has stayed by my side throughout everything and yet I’m doing this to him.
I turn to walk to the front door when I feel Evan’s hand make contact with my elbow.
“I have to go out of town, Abby. I don’t know when I’ll be back and—”
I turn in the flats that I forgot to take off when I came in. And that’s when it hits me like a punch in the gut.
“Wait!” I hiss cutting him off. I turn toward the front door then to the kitchen and then the living room.
“What’s wrong?” Evan jumps like he’s going to tackle someone.
“I… ” I whisper.
I remember my shoes against the wall and the kitchen, I cooked in this kitchen. I begin my slow tippy toed journey to the kitchen. My hand slides across the smooth cold countertop as I make my way through the kitchen.
I see myself standing in front of the stove. I’m cooking something, but I’m not sure what. I grab hold of the towel that sits next to the
I have two men acting like total douchebags toward each other and I’m the prize. This is definitely not the Cinderella story I dreamt about as a child.
“What do you want me to say, Abby? What can I do to say I’m sorry in a way that you’ll accept?”
There’s little Evan can say right now that’ll make me forgive this childish behavior.
“I want you to say that you understand that I need time, Evan. I want you to say that you’re willing to be my friend while I get this figured out.”
“Marco? Of all people he can’t possibly be one that you would want to talk to? Do you want him the way that you wanted me?”
I cross my arms over my chest and push my hips to the left narrowing my eyes. “Really Evan? Do you want me to be mean to him?” I huff. “You think this is easy for me? To have this confusion smothering my brain, to have every thought be a stranger?” A tear runs down my cheek and for the first time this week I don’t hide it.
Evan approaches me immediately bringing his hand to my face wiping the tear away. “I would die for you, Abby. I will do anything for you, be anything you need me to be and if you need me to be your friend then that’s what I’ll be.” He closes his eyes to blink holding them closed a few extra seconds. As his eyes open and a smile lifts at the corners of his mouth.
“Evan I… ” I hesitate. “You think that I don’t want you the way that you want me? I get why you think that. But, I have amnesia. I have these intense memories of you and of Marco. I know that you don’t get it. Hell, I don’t get it.” I swing my arms to my chest.
“Do you think about me when I’m not with you?”
I feel like he wants to ask me something else, but he’s holding back and I’m not going to push.
I don’t answer right away, but instead bring my hand to his cheek. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I feel all of the stress burst through and a moment of relief washes over me. Evan’s body tightens in response to my touch.
He doesn’t speak he only shakes his head in such a subtle way that I almost don’t catch it.
“I know it’s there, Abby and I’ll be right here when you know it too.” His smile is flat and it worries me for some reason.
He must catch my concerns because he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me. I don’t feel fireworks or any unrealistic feelings for him. I feel something stronger, but I don’t know what that is. It’s the confusion I was talking about.
“Ahh…” I sigh.
“Ok, I’ll go.” I shake my head. “I shouldn’t have come here and I’m… I’m sorry that you have to put up with me.” I shake my head again.
Evan doesn’t say a word, but the look he holds on his face says everything that I need to hear.
I know that I’ve got feelings for him. I just can’t get away from the guilt though. The guilt of knowing that I remember Marco and that I don’t remember Evan. The guilt of knowing that Marco left me and Evan has stayed by my side throughout everything and yet I’m doing this to him.
I turn to walk to the front door when I feel Evan’s hand make contact with my elbow.
“I have to go out of town, Abby. I don’t know when I’ll be back and—”
I turn in the flats that I forgot to take off when I came in. And that’s when it hits me like a punch in the gut.
“Wait!” I hiss cutting him off. I turn toward the front door then to the kitchen and then the living room.
“What’s wrong?” Evan jumps like he’s going to tackle someone.
“I… ” I whisper.
I remember my shoes against the wall and the kitchen, I cooked in this kitchen. I begin my slow tippy toed journey to the kitchen. My hand slides across the smooth cold countertop as I make my way through the kitchen.
I see myself standing in front of the stove. I’m cooking something, but I’m not sure what. I grab hold of the towel that sits next to the
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