Chapter 59

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I remember nothing... Nothing...

I woke up spread out on the cold floor in my dressing room, my body trembling and my heart beating at a fast speed out of the ordinary... Tears and mascara stained my cheeks as I slowly sat up, my hair all over the place... I sighed which triggered tears that soon came racing down my face as I looked at myself in the mirror... I felt like a waste of space... Just dumped onto the floor in my dressing room... I buried my face in my palms as I collapsed onto the ground...

"I know... It's my fault! He didn't marry her because of me! But, how I wish I could at least remember Johnny and what we did...", I sobbed.

"I'm such a mess...", I whispered.

"I HATE MYSELF!!!", I screamed, crying hard as I threw a shoe at the mirror causing it to shatter to pieces.

The pieces of glass flew past me and one of them cut my hand... I winced at the pain, collapsing onto the floor...
My knees felt weak and my whole body trembled wildly as I closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was someone burst in through the door...

After I lost my consciousness to the world, Johnny burst in through the door, looking around and noticing the smashed pieces of glass from the mirror laying around the place...

"Sh*t!", he muttered before kneeling beside my lifeless looking body.

"Eleanor?! Eleanor, wake up! Eleanor, can you hear me?!", he yelled, tapping my cheeks.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I woke up laying on a soft bed, the sound of flickering candles echoing in my ears... The room was very dark, the only light source were the candles... I sat up with a jolt, breathing heavily as I looked around the room, except the room was in fact the inside of a trailer...

"Where am I?", I whispered.

I screamed when I felt someone's hand on my bare shoulder... I looked to my left and saw Johnny sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me with sad eyes...

"Shhh, Eleanor... It is alright, it was not my intention to frighten you... I assure you...", he whispered softly.

Silence dominated the room as I sat there, sobbing quietly...

"What was your intention?", I whispered.

"To help you...", he whispered.

"With what?", I whispered.

"Getting your memory of me back...", he whispered.

Our faces were inches away from each other... I could feel his hand on mine as he stared deep into my eyes...

"I do not think that is possible...", I whispered, turning away.

He used his finger to turn my head around so I would be facing him again... He leaned in and whispered in my ear...

"Do you remember anything?", he whispered.

"...No...", I whispered.

"What are you doing, you are scaring me... Please, stop...", I whispered breathlessly.

"Do you remember how many times you said that before?", he whispered.

"...No, I do not...", I whispered, swallowing nervously.

He sighed, suddenly looking down at me again when I winced...

"What is the matter?", he asked.

I showed him my right palm which was the same color as the velvet-red sheets of the bed as a result of the blood drying. The cut was painful and deep...

"That looks painful, wait here a moment... I shall be back, my dear...", he said before getting up and walking out of the trailer.

'My dear' I mocked myself.

"Did he really just call me his dear?", I whispered to myself, a little surprised.

I suddenly heard the trailer door open revealing Johnny who sat back down on the bed and started carefully examining the cut...

"It looks deep... Does it sting a lot?", he whispered, still staring down at my wound.

He carefully picked my hand up, his gentle touch making me softly smile... He began to clean and treat the wound, making me wince in pain... He got down to my level, looking straight into my eyes...

"Does it hurt too much?", he whispered.

"...No...", I whispered.

He inched a little closer to me, taking a deep breath before continuing to clean my palm...

Later that day, it was raining... I inhaled the smell of moist, fresh grass as I sat under a tree in the forest near the cliff... I picked at the petals of a daisy... I sighed, looking out and admiring the rolling, rollicking waves of the ocean as the wind played around with them... I smiled softly, not knowing that someone was watching me the whole time...

Alexander...

"Eleanor?", I heard him say.

I stood up, smiling as I watched him slowly approach me...

"Alexander... You're soaking wet!", I giggled.

He ran over to me, hugging me tightly...

"How are you? I haven't seen you in... Forever! How are you doing? How have you been all these years?", he asked, pulling away.

"I have been doing, um... Pretty well... You? How have you been? How is your wife? I heard you're still in college... I am too... I am just busy with filming lately, that's why I'm currently not attending college...", I said.

"Well, I've been pretty well as well... My wife? We separated... Divorced... Luckily, no children were involved in our marriage... She did not give birth to a single child of mine!", he said.

"I am truly sorry...", I whispered.

What we did not know was that Johnny was in the forest, watching our every move...

"Why are you here?", I asked.

"Hoping to see you...", he said.

He leaned in, softly pressing his lips to mine... He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly as our lips moved in sync... I wanted to pull away, but I hadn't kissed him in such a long time, it was hard to resist...

As for Johnny, he was furious...


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