Chapter58 Return To Memory
Chapter58 Return To Memory
Sebastian
Everything I have tried does not work. It is like my Elena is here, but she is not. The stories I tell
her of our times together don’t seem to jog her memory at all. The doctor thought it unwise to introduce
our son to her so soon. He said it might be too jarring and we could lose her further than we already
have. I also did not mention her parents or sister, since the former might be dead and the latter might
be the one who caused it.
I am currently in our bedroom, sitting in our shared walk-in and staring at her clothes. They all still
smell like her, even though they are clean and washed… they still had her scent on them. The ache in
my heart hasn’t let up since she woke because when she looks at me all I see is emptiness there is no
love in her gaze. Sighing, I kill the light and walk out into our bedroom and sit down on her side of the
bed. Would I ever make love to her in this bed again? Would I ever feel her embrace, the curve of her
hips against me, her hands caressing my back?
Would my Elena return to me?
My eyes fall on her bedside table, and a possibility comes to mind. Could it possibly work…? An
idea forms in my head so does a smile, and I grab her precious belongings off from her bedside table
and put it into a paper bag. I would get her back, one way or another.
Elena
It’s been two days and the strange man, whose name was Sebastian, has been sitting at my
bedside and telling me about the life I had forgotten. My name is Elena Dumont and I am an heiress of
some sort. Sebastian is my husband. I was in a terrible car crash about two weeks ago and I have
been in a coma ever since. I don’t remember any of this. How is it possible? Not only that, but I can
barely move my lower body and I am an invalid for all intents and purposes. All day I lay here with my
thoughts, frustrated that I cannot remember anything and from all I have learned, my life was an
amazing one filled with love and happiness.
I see the disappointment in his eyes every time he tells me something, and I do not remember it.
He tries to hide it, but I can tell it shatters him every time he tells me a story and I do not share in his
excitement. But I cannot help it; no matter how much I try, I just cannot remember and it frustrates me
to no end.
The door to my room suddenly opens and Sebastian pops his head in, wearing that gorgeous
smile I like, and somehow it feels familiar. “Hey, Elena,” he greets me and I return his greeting with my
own smile. I could see how I fell in love with him; he was absolutely stunning and so kind to me, his
patience alludes to how much he loved me. He walks in with that grin on his face and carries
something in his left hand. “I brought this for you, I thought you might need some company while you
recover.” He says and hands me the package. I take it from him and see that it is a paper bag.
Frowning, I remove its contents, and my eyes grew.
“First edition of Jane Eyre!” I say with excitement, then I blanch. Why was I excited about this? I
look up at him and see the smile forming on his face. “I knew it,” he says and sits down on the chair
next to my bed. “I knew you would remember your favourite book, even if you forgot everything else.
Literature used to be your sanctuary.”
The corners of my mouth pull down in a grimace. I was close to tears yet again, and I looked down
to hide my shame with my hands. He was still trying to get me to remember, even if I was disappointing
him every time he tried. Suddenly I feel Sebastian’s hand on my chin, tilting my face upwards and he
shakes his head. “You are beautiful, Elena. Do not hide from me. I want to drink you in, every little
expression on your face I wish to remember.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
When he says this, I am taken back to a memory… Sebastian on top of me, kissing me and
worshipping my body. I look into his eyes and sense home as I place my hand on his chest and pull
him closer with his tie. However, his scent hits me, and a wave of familiarity washes over my senses.
“Tom Ford…” I murmur and see his eyes widen…. Then I kiss him and I feel my whole body ignite with
nostalgia. This kiss felt so... familiar! He tries to guide me, but I do not need his guidance, for I know… I
know the feeling of his tongue, his soft lips, the way he moans when I nip his bottom lip. I know… I
remember this…
I break off the kiss and look into his beautiful hazel eyes, which were now shining with unshed
tears. “You remembered…” he whispers out and I nod. “You said that… the first time we made love,” I
say as flashes of that night play over in my head. Standing against the canopy of my four-poster bed
with him in front of me telling me to make him leave… I remember and I feel what I felt that night. The
moment I gave in to him.
“I love you,” I say suddenly, then see his eyebrows raise in surprise. My hands went to my mouth. I
wasn’t sure why I said that! But it seems to do something to him because then he pulls me in for
another kiss. This time the kiss was filled with need. I felt how much he missed me with this kiss, how
much he needed me to remember the love we shared. But… but I don’t. I push him away and he looks
down at me again, then registers as I shake my head. “Please be patient with me. I remember that
night, but only in flashes. I don’t… I don’t quite recall the love we shared, but by the memory alone it
was all-consuming. I’m sorry.” I say, apologising yet again for being unable to remember.
Sebastian smiles and runs his fingers through my hair, “You remembered the most important
milestone in our relationship; the night we finally gave in to our feelings for one another, That’s a win for
me.” He says and kisses my forehead before sitting down again. He regards me with a look I can only
interpret as love. “I’ve spoken to-”
“Elena!”
My head whips to the door and I see a man with curly red hair and wide blue eyes saunter in. I
looked at Sebastian but he just had a smile on his face, then I looked at the redhead again and
frowned. He was crying as he walked over to me and lay his head down on the space on my left. “Oh,
Elena! I missed you so much!” He sobs, and I put my hand on his head.
“Silly, tart,” I said softly before I could even think what that meant, but his head shot up and he
looked at me with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to call you that!” I say, feeling mortified, but
the redhead only shakes his head. “You used to call me that all the time!” He says, wailing so much
Sebastian had to walk around to comfort him as well. He looks at me,
“Elena, this is Isaac. He’s your best friend.” The man named Isaac looks up at me and nods
happily, then he takes his hand in mine. “I’ve missed you so much, Elena! You may not remember me
now, but I will never, EVER forget our friendship. You’re the straight love of my life,” he looks to
Sebastian, “no offence, Sebbie.”
Sebastian laughs heartily at this comment and shakes his head again. He plants a kiss on my
forehead. “I’ll leave you two to catch up. See you tonight, love.” He says before turning around and
sauntering out. “Je t’aime, Sebastian,” I say in familiarity, yet again my mouth operates before my brain
does, but Sebastian stops in his tracks. What did I just say? He turns around to look at me, then gives
me that smile again. “Je t’aime aussi, petite marguerite,” he replies and walks out, closing the door
behind him.
Isaac looks at me, fanning himself. “God, Sebastian speaking French is the hottest thing I have
ever heard.” He says, causing me to giggle. “That was French?” I ask, a bit confused, and he raises his
eyebrow at me. “Ya, it was. Didn’t you remember that?” He asks, but I shake my head. What exactly
did I tell Sebastian? Isaac sees the look on my face, and his expression softened. “You said, ‘I love
you,’ Elena,” he starts, “and he responded with, ‘I love you too, little-”
“Daisy,” I interjected as another memory took hold, causing my heart to question everything I
thought was good about the man who called himself my husband. Sebastian with a blonde on her
knees while he ploughed into her from behind.