*Fall's POV*
“Fall..” A voice echoed in my head. Desperately looking around, searching, for something to match it. It was dark and cold. I could run for miles, and still, nothing would fill my vision. “I’m sorry...I should’ve protected you…” The voice...again. It was one that was always around, floating in the air. A voice like a loudspeaker projecting it through my head, but no-one was ever there. “Fall..?” My body felt numb. I was tired of fighting, and I felt like I would never escape this darkness of hell.
Sitting down, I wrapped my arms around my legs as tight as possible. It was the same voices over and over. A woman, and two men. From the sound of it, the woman and one of the men were my parents. I think I remember them? Occasionally, like a projection image, memories of them would flash in front of my eyes. The other man remained a complete mystery. He never said much about himself, but always told me he loved me and that he was sorry... What was he so sorry about? Why does he always say he should’ve tried harder to protect me?
Just then, a small light started to shine in the distance. Slowly standing up, I ran towards it desperately. More voices came as I got closer.
“Ms. Amour? Can you hear me?” A woman. A tingling sensation rested on my arm. What was that? “Ms. Amour. If you can hear me, please move your fingers.” Just as she said it, I tried moving my fingers. They moved perfectly fine, but why did I need to move them? It made no sense. Approaching the light, it shined unbearably bright, but it was the first thing I could visually see, so it didn’t matter to me. I stared hard at it. The more I stared, the bigger it got until it filled my entire vision.
“Ms. Amour. Please move your fingers if you can hear my voice.” The same voice of the woman from before, it was louder and less mirrored this time though. When I went to move my fingers, they felt heavy! Then I realized, when I tried to move anything on my body it felt heavy and wouldn’t budge. My finger slightly twitched, and a laugh came, along with some downhearted sighs. The only thing that seemed to move freely was my head.
Tilting it sideways, a man and woman stood by my side. The woman was dressed in a simple white dress with pink lining, a name sewn into the pocket that held a red pen. Amber. Judging from how she was checking the machine that was attached to me, she must be a nurse of some sort. Next to her, sat a boy. He was staring at me, and worry filled his gaze. Nothing about him seemed familiar. Dark black hair, and eyes almost dark enough to match. He gave a soft smile in my direction.
Amber turned towards the boy. “She seems to be showing great signs of improvement. Though her coma only lasted a few months, she still won’t be able to use her limbs very well; however, she’s already able to move her head on her own.” After making this statement, she turned towards me. “Ms. Amour, can I have you try to lift your head? If it’s too difficult just let me know.” Nodding, I started to lift my head slowly. I was expecting it to be difficult, but it was surprisingly easy, and my arms began to feel lighter as well, so I raised them to show her. Her eyes grew big before she nodded and scribbled something down frantically on her clipboard.
“It seems your body hasn’t taken any serious toll from the coma. I’m glad to see that, but we are still going to keep you at the hospital for a bit to make sure it isn’t temporary. I’ll have you visit the doctor later to see how much of your memory is intact and if you are missing anything in there. I’ll also contact your parents and let them know that you’re awake.” Amber smiled at me before leaving the room. The boy scooted closer to me, but hesitated as he held my hand.
“I… I know this might seem strange to ask, but….who… Well.. Who are you?” I had absolutely no memory of him. Amber did say I had to get a checkup for my memory, but I didn’t feel like I was missing anything from my mind… Especially an entire human being. The boy looked away from me and down at our hands that were clasped together. I could tell he was contemplating saying something. Though I had no memory of him, my heart was still racing, but not with fear...I trusted him for some reason. It felt tingly and… happy?
“Shall we go for a walk? Your body could use some fresh air. Then I’ll tell you.” I hesitated only for a second before nodding. Even if I trusted him, and he turned out to be a kidnapper, he wouldn’t be able to take me in plain daylight at a hospital...right?
The spring air blew cherry blossoms all around me. The boy was pushing me around the hospital grounds in a wheelchair. He stopped the wheelchair next to a bench on a hill overlooking the city. It was a beautiful view, sad… but still beautiful. Many people in cities were consistently in a hurry. They never stopped for even a moment to see the beauty around them. Many Cherry Blossoms lined historical districts, walls painted with gorgeous art, and the vintage feel, even that was magnificent.
Sighing, I turned to the man; finally, I could feel my hands shaking. I don’t know why I felt nervous, but for some reason, my body wouldn’t shake the feeling off. “About what I asked you earlier…” My words came out hesitant and soft.
“This might sound strange to you right now, but… before the coma, I was… well… I am still… your boyfriend.” The man, now facing me, spoke sweetly. The words he spoke, however, sent my brain into a frazzle. “I won’t press the idea. You've been through so much. It's a lot to handle all at once. I understand if the idea makes you uncomfortable right now.” He added quickly.
As soon as he said those last words, my heart raced, and I almost panicked. “No!” I shouted without realizing it. The man looked at me in shock. “Sorry...I mean..the idea of it isn’t uncomfortable at all...it’s just...I’ll need some time..” Calming myself down, I begged my heart to stop racing and beating so loudly.
The man chuckled softly, and when he stopped, his head was slightly tilted to the side as he smiled at me. The sun shown just right behind him, almost giving the appearance of a halo to form above his head. It was strange because even if he didn’t fit the look of an angel with his black hair and almost black eyes, his smile could prove otherwise.
“In the meantime...can you… stay by my side?” I had contemplated not asking him this because it was so selfish of me. But I had a feeling, deep down, he was important to me, even if I couldn’t remember him right this second.
“Of course.” His voice sounded so soft as he spoke, and then smiled at me. He reached out and ruffled my hair, causing a blur of brown to fall into my view. He stood up and unlocked the wheelchair. His tall figure shaded me as he started to turn me around and push me back towards the hospital.
“Oh, I realized...I never asked your name.” Now realizing I missed the most essential information, I tilted my head back and looked up at the man. He looked down at me gently, and for a moment I could almost see my dark green eyes reflected in his. He gave a teasing smile before laughing.
“It’s Kylar. Kylar Finley.” He continued to push me back to the hospital. Kylar. I liked it. Smiling to myself like a goofball, I twiddled my fingers while biting my lip.
“Fallen Amour. My mother picked it. She loved the season Fall a lot, but also our last name is French, and since it means love, it was best to name me Fallen, so it’s kinda like Fallen Love.” Babbling on, I quickly stopped myself. I hardly told anyone this story because it was embarrassing… but I couldn’t help myself. I felt so at ease around him.
A soft chuckle rang through my ears behind me. Looking up Kylar was laughing with a huge grin. “Your mother is quite romantic isn’t she?” Thinking about his statement, it was true. My mother was a hopeless romantic, and even to this day, her and my father go out on many dates, regardless of their busy schedules.
“Well Ms. Amour, this will have to be the end of our visit.” Kylar pushed the wheelchair into my hospital room, closing the door behind him. Putting the brakes on, he picked me up bridal-style, and set me down on the bed, being careful of the IV hooked into my arm.
Watching him pack his things up made my heart hurt. I didn’t want him to leave, but it’d be weird to ask him to stay. Even though I was in a coma for three months, and no fragment of him remains in my memory, for some reason, it was too painful to let him leave even for a day.
“You promise you’ll come back tomorrow and take me for a walk?” It was the only thing I could hold onto at the moment… hope. Hope that he would come back every day until I was released.
He smiled and walked over to me. Grasping my hand, he lifted it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of it. Squeezing it afterward he smiled sweetly, “I promise.” With that, he walked briskly out the door, leaving me in a world of loneliness that seemed empty.
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