Chapter 199
Kyrah's POV
Slowly I bat my eyelids open.
My head hurts a little.
I am directly facing the ceiling and then it hits me. Was I dreaming or something?
My mom appears and squats next to the couch I am lying on. Her face looks oddly pale.
"Mom, you will not believe this. I had this crazy dream that Scott was right outside our house and I... I think he was with his mom. It felt so real," I say and my mom purses her lips and looks behind her.
"Honey, you weren't dreaming," she says and I furrow my brows as confusion writes itself all over my face.
"What do you mean?" I ask and hurriedly sit upright on the couch and then my eyes land on him.
"It's... It's him," I say as my eyes narrow and I swear my heart stops beating for three seconds. My throat runs completely dry, my palms are getting more sweaty the more I stare at him. My heartbeat is now increasing and I can feel how fast and hard my heart is racing and beating against my chest. I turn to look at my mom, she sighs. Then I turn to look at Roxy, her eyes are puffy. Was she crying?
Then finally my eyes land on the woman who was at my door. Is that his mom? They both look so much alike. Those gunmetal blue eyes and the dark brown hair.
What is happening? How is this even possible? We all thought he was gone forever?
The thought of knowing that he was gone forever and not knowing that he was out there somewhere, makes me release a sob and I tear my eyes away from him. My breathing is becoming labored.
Tears are burning the back of my eyeballs and I struggle to look at him once more. He's as handsome as always but there's just something different about him. He has a buzz cut, that's just... so not him.
When my eyes land on him again, my lips part and I struggle to say his name.
"Scott," my voice breaks when I say his name and a cold shiver makes its way down my spine. A tear escapes one of my eyes and I bite my lower lip so hard that it becomes numb.
Roxy makes her way to where I am seated and her arm goes around my shoulders.
I am still in shock. At this point, I am not even able to join any dots.
Quickly I leave the comfort of the couch and walk over to where he is seated and I sit next to him. My eyes never leaving his.
He's too quiet. Why isn't he reacting or saying anything?
I search within his ocean eyes but I can't seem to find that sparkle that was always there whenever he looked at me. I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around him and hug him with so much passion. For a moment, I don't feel his arms on me and I begin to panic, but when I finally feel his embrace, I heave a sigh of relief and cry in his arms. I cry my heart out. All the pain and suffering I went through trying to accept the fact that he was gone makes me cry louder.
Everyone remains quiet during my outburst and when I am done, I lift my head up and find Scott looking down at me. Automatically, my hand flies to caress his cheek. The stubble on his jaw softly piercing my fingers, shoots sparks all over my body.
"I have been so miserable without you, Scott. We all have. Your absence broke us all and... and I... Oh God, how I missed you so much. We thought you were gone forever, never to come back and here you are, holding me just like you used to and–" I cut myself off when I notice that he keeps stealing glances at his mother.
"What's going on? What are you guys not telling me?" I ask as I let go of Scott.
"Hello again, Kyrah. I'm Katherine Stone, Scott's mother," she says and looks at my mom who in turn nods at her as if giving her a go-ahead at doing something.
I frown.
"Can somebody please say something meaningful?" I beg as my hand grabs Scott's. He looks kind of... confused? I don't know.
"Well... I'll explain everything all over again just as I did earlier to your mother and friend," she says and begins narrating how things went down.
My jaw drops the moment she says the most heartbreaking words I have ever heard in my entire life on this earth.
"I am so sorry to break it to you this way but... he lost his memory. He barely even remembers he was here two years ago. He... doesn't remember you," she says and tears cascade down my already rosy cheeks as I stare at her in disbelief. Shock clearly written all over my face. I am pretty sure I look more pale right now. I am trembling as I search for words.
"Dear God, why?" I whisper more to myself. "WHY?!" I yell as I fall from the couch onto the carpet. "Why did this have to happen?" I ask rhetorically as I slam my fists on the carpeted floor and cry at the same time.
Then my eyes land on the crutch that is next to Scott's foot. His mom just said that he was temporarily paralyzed. How could such a sweet person have to go through all of that? All he did was spread love and friendship all over. He didn't deserve it. I feel like a deep wound has formed in my heart and soul. My heart feels heavier than usual.
I try to mute my sobs to no avail until an arm reaches out to me and touches me. Slowly, I get back on the couch while sniffling. Scott's touch still has the same effect on me. That crazy spark, how I had missed that feeling.
"Please, say something. Anything. I just want to hear your voice," I beg him. Roxy begins sobbing again and walks away, probably to the kitchen.
"I... I am so sorry that I have caused you all so much pain–" he begins but I cut him off by hugging him very tightly.
"Don't apologize for that. All that matters is that you're here, okay? Just tell me what you need and I will gladly be of help. Do not hesitate. I am here for you. We are all here for you, Scott," I inform him and he quietly nods.
He then squeezes my hand and a warm feeling of hope washes over me. I should be strong for him, just as he has always been for me whenever I was weak.
"I need your help. Roxy has explained what happened that day but... I would like to hear your side of the story. I want to know everything. I want to heal from the pain and the nightmares... Most of all, I want to remember... everything," he says and from a distance I can hear my mom sniffling.
I take both of his hands in mine and I rub my thumbs over them in a circular motion and I gently squeeze them. I look straight into his ocean eyes.
"I promise. Whatever it takes, I will do whatever I can to help you recover. I'll call our friends and let them know that you're back. We will all be there for you," I say and sigh heavily, "And I will definitely tell you the story from my perspective."
A small smile curves at the corners of his mouth and that makes me want to sob again.
Roxy walks back into the living room and sits down.
"I guess I should head over and take our luggage from the car. I bet the house looks terrible. It's been two years–" Katherine begins saying but my mom cuts her off.
"Oh don't worry about the house, my daughter and her friends clean it up every now and then. They even mow the lawn. Everything in there has been well taken care of since Scott's disappearance. Roxy and I will help you with the luggage. I think these two need some time to themselves," mom says and stands up while straightening her blouse and Mrs. Stone and Roxy follow her.
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