Chapter 6

As I stare at him, I feel all the blood drain out of my face. I can't believe the first memory I got, is from the day we got together. The look on his face tells me how special the day was. His eyes are shining with happy tears, face gleaming. His hands are wrapped around me tightly in a protective way. I don't know what to say.

"Oh," Was all I manage to get out. I duck my head down, I can't look at him after what he's just told me.

It's too personal. Too special. I cannot bear to see the love in his eyes and know I don't remember any of it.

Our love. Our fights. Our silly wits. Nothing.

I feel a lump form in my throat. I try to push it down. I don't want to cry again in front of him. He's been through enough.

I look up as I hear him clear his throat. He lets go of my hands and turns in his seat. He looks a little embarrassed which I find really cute.

"Let's go home," he says as he fumbles with his keys to start the car.

Even though he looks embarrassed, I can see his face glowing with happiness.

As we drive in silence, my thoughts consume me. Why did this have to happen to me? Why?

All my life I craved for love, craved for my Mr. Right, and now when he's finally here sitting just a foot away from me, I don't remember him.

I don't remember any of it. But even though my brain doesn't recognize him, my heart does. I can feel my pulse rate reach the rooftop whenever he's around.

My breath stuck in my throat when he touches me. Even though I couldn't, my heart did not fail in recognizing him.

"Here we are," he says as the car stops. I am brought out of my thoughts as he opens the door, runs around the car, and opens my door.

As I get out of the car, I see an apartment in front of me. It's big. Not to mention very tall.

Oh dear god.

I hope our floor is among the lower ones. I don't want to travel in the elevator every day.

As we enter the building, I realize he's leading me towards the elevator.

"Let's just take the stairs. " I say as I stop.

"No. . You are just getting better. That would not be a wise decision. Common you will be fine, and am sure you will not be able to climb so many floors anyway. " he says as he places his hand on my shoulder and urges me towards the elevator.

"Which floor are we in? "

"The last one," he says as he presses on the button PH.

You have got to be kidding me.

"Trust me. It's worth it. You would have never chosen it or else. " he says reading my expression as the elevator ascends.

God! Did I choose it? How could I be so stupid? No matter how good the house is, how could I have compromised?

I look at the display box. We are still on floor 9. This is taking forever!

As I feel my anxiety getting the best of me, I feel him take my hand in his. I look at him, he is looking at me with a reassuring smile. Which immediately calms me. Wow, he's my talisman.

He squeezes my hands lightly, asking me to keep my eyes on him. I couldn't take my eyes off him even if I wanted to. I am lost in his chocolate brown eyes when I hear a "ding" coming from the elevator doors as they open.

I am brought back to earth as I look towards the now open doors.

My breath is caught in my throat. We are in an all-white foyer. I see beautiful paintings hanging on either side of the walls. As we walk further it opens up to a huge hall, the living room.

The walls run high up and I see a beautiful chandelier hanging proudly in the middle. All the furniture is dark wood.

It is a gorgeous Royal Pent House.

I now know why I agreed to live here, without second thoughts.

Something catches my eyes from the corner of my eyes.

I let out a gasp when I see a life-size portrait on the far end wall.

It is a black and white portrait of me and him, matching the royal dark wood.

I am wearing a beautiful short sundress and he is in his casual jeans and a shirt with the first few buttons open.

I am standing, facing away from him, he is behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. My back resting on his chest while my hands are on his.

I have the most content smile on my b

face, as my head is ducked down shyly, while his brown eyes are fixated on me.

It looks no less than a Hollywood magazine cover photo.

I realize my mouth is wide open when I hear him chuckling beside me.

" Your expression is exactly how it was when you saw it the 1st time," he says.

"This picture was your favorite, so I thought why not make it a permanent resident of our house. It was your birthday present. From me." he explains.

"It's. . It's beautiful. " I say as I find my words back.

"Go freshen up. I will make some lunch by then," he says and leads me up the beautiful spiral staircase, his hand still resting on my shoulder. Sending shivers down my nerves.

As we reach up, there are two rooms opposite one another. He leads me to the one, on the left and opens the door.

Holy hell.

I am in freaking paradise. Now I for sure think I died from that god-forsaken accident. This definitely can't be true.

I am standing in what I would call the most beautiful room. That's an understatement though.

It's all white. There is a huge king size bed with a white netted canopy flowing right through the middle of the bed.

On the far end is floor to ceiling glass doors leading to the balcony.

"This is our room. You can stay here. I will take the guest room." He says from behind me.

"Oh no. You don't have to do that. I will stay in the guest room. This is your room. You should stay here." I say feeling embarrassed.

"OUR room." he corrects me. "And you are staying here. I insist," he says and with that, he closes the door behind him and leaves.

I just stand there for a while, taking in everything. I walk across the room towards the bed and lie down on it.

It feels like heaven.

I feel strangely too warm and comfortable. As I turn to my left, something catches my eye. I see something on the nightstand beside the bed.

It is sparkling due to the sunlight streaming through the enormous windows.

I reach out and pick it up.

It's a ring.

A diamond ring.

As I hold it in my hand I feel a weird sense of deja vu. Like it belongs in my hand.

Oh My God.

It's my engagement ring.

And just like that, I am taken into another drive through the memory lane.