Chapter 200
When the door is locked and they are finally outside, Snow walks into the living room and happily jumps on Scott.
"Is this your dog?" Scott asks and it takes all the strength in me not to cry because he doesn't remember who Snow is.
"Yeah. His name is Snow. You always loved giving him belly rubs and he loved licking your face at times," I say and as if on cue, Snow licks his face and barks.
Scott chuckles warmly and I find myself smiling while looking at him.
"He seems like a nice dog," he says while patting Snow's head.
"He is," I say and then... our eyes lock. He puts Snow down on the carpet and he sits straight and sighs. His fingers are tapping his thighs.
"You have been appearing in so many of my dreams for the past few months. If... you don't mind me asking... were you like... my girlfriend?" he asks and I swear I did not see that coming.
It takes me a minute to respond to his question.
"No," I say and swallow dryly, "I wasn't. We were actually the best of friends and apparently I was blindly in love with some dumb rich boy that I failed to see that you had feelings for me. It's... kind of awkward that I am telling you this but, on that day when it all happened, you had a surprise for me. We spent the whole day having a good time and later on, you confessed that uhm... that you had major feelings for me."
"I did?" he asks with his brows raised.
"Yes. You actually had a really amazing playlist that you had made specifically just for me," I pause. "You made me happy, Scott. You always took good care of me and always had my back. It tore me apart when the police concluded that you had probably died somewhere in the deep waters. I cried for weeks. Everybody told me to try and move on but, my heart just couldn't allow it. You see... you told me not to make any rush decisions when it came to being your girlfriend but, I guess I didn't even realize sooner that I... that I also had feelings for you. I realized it when it was too late. When you were already gone and that's what made me hate myself," I say. My voice is shaky. He purses his lips.
"Don't worry, you don't have to respond to any of that right now. All I want you to focus on, is your recovery. I want you to get better," I say painfully as I suddenly realize that all of this is basically starting all over again. He has to know me all over again. He has to know Roxy, Maeve, Wren, Vic... Literally everyone he once knew when he moved here.
"Don't cry... Please?" his voice brings me back from my thoughts. Am I crying again?
Unaware of what he is trying to do, I feel his warm finger wipe away a tear on my cheek.
Even in his current state, he is as sweet as he has always been. But still different. His ocean eyes look frozen like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of their usual warmth. He seems lost but I know and believe that the Scott that everybody knew, is still in there, I know it, and I am ready to fight and do whatever it takes to have him back. Doesn't matter if I'll die in the process, I just want him to be better.
"It's hard not to cry when you're seated next to me. A few hours ago, if anyone would have told me you would be here today, I would have called them crazy. But I am more than happy and grateful that you came back into my life, although we're not the same as we were," I say and he rakes his fingers through his hair. A gesture that I have always admired coming from him.
A minute passes by as we both sit there in silence.
"Kyrah," he whispers and a tingly feeling in my tummy makes me swallow dryly. The way he just said my name... oh dear! He still affects me. He always will.
"Yeah?" I respond and lift my head to look at him.
"I'll be having therapy sessions every Friday at my house with a doctor, will... will you be coming over? Maybe? That's if you're not too busy," he asks softly and I feel like my heart just did a back flip.
"Of course, I'll be there any time that you need me. Even when your doctor isn't there, I'll do my best to help you out," I assure him.
Then I remember his famous words.
"I've got you, always. Those were the words you always told me whenever I was in a bad situation," I tell him and he smiles broadly. His smile, oh dear God, his beautiful smile. I have never seen any other man smile the same way Scott does.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me. Let's stay positive. That's what my dad tells me daily. Why don't you finish the whole story for me," he says and I clear my throat and continue to explain how some psychopath on the road hit his truck. I inform him of so may things he did and even tell him about our friends and what they currently do.
"Wow! I can't wait to meet them," he says eagerly with a wide smile on his face.
"I'll text them and they'll pass by in the evening," I tell him and he nods. There's just one thing that I loved doing and that's raking my fingers through his soft hair. Sometimes I used to do it randomly whenever his hair covered his face. But unfortunately, now he has a buzz cut.
***
Later in the evening, the first to arrive were the twins and Vic. They walk straight to the kitchen where Scott and I have been for the past couple of hours.
"Scott?" they all say in unison as their jaws drop and their eyes widen, like those of a deer caught in headlights. I didn't tell them why they were coming over and that explains their shocked looks.
"Bro," Vic rushes to Scott who is standing next to the kitchen island with the help of one crutch. He pulls Scott into a big and tight bro hug and pats his back.
"You're finally back. I can't believe this," Vic says.
Once they have greeted each other, I gesture towards the stools around the island and they all sit down.
"Before anyone says anything else, I just need to tell you the whole story as I was told earlier. The rest who haven't arrived will still be informed about it," I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding and I begin.
I never pictured my day to be like this. I'm happy and sad at the same time.
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