The Secret Girl (Ansel Elgort)

Amnesia

1 month later

Sally Pov:

"Sit down." Ansel says as we walk into his hotel room.

I sit on his bed.

He had just picked me up from London train station. I came to see him because after this I won't see him again till after he's filmed Allegiant and few other films.

He rubs his face.

"You okay?" I ask.

"I'm Fine." He replies.

I look at my feet. He's in a bit of a bad mood.

I told myself I would break up with him today, on the train up, I promised myself.

I feel him sit next to me.

I look at him to see he's already staring at me.

He smiles lightly.

His eyes are bloodshot. As if he'd been rubbing them or crying.

"Have you been crying, Ansel?" I ask, already there's a lump in my throat.

His face crumples and a tear hits his cheek.

I grab his hand, "Ansel what's wrong?"

He says nothing and buries his head in my hair.

Then it hits me.

"You..you're...breaking up with me...aren't you?" I choke out the words.

He lifts his face away from my hair.

He puts his forehead to mine.

"Yeah." I hear him whisper.

I push him away from me and cover my face.

I sob.

His arms wrap around my waist, I don't have the energy to push him away this time.

"I'm sorry, Sal." I sniffles into my ear.

"You're sorry? Why'd you break up with me then?" I regret it as soon as I say it, we both know why.

I nod as another tear hits his cheek.

I throw my arms around his neck.

I can feel him trembling beneath me.

"It's okay, it's okay." I try to sooth him.

Ansel Pov:

Sally tries to calm me down but it just spurs me on.

How can I leave her? She'll just be another face in the crowd. I don't want to forget about her.

"It's gonna be too hard." I say, calming down a bit.

I wipe my face.

"Delete me from everything you have. I don't want to distract your career." Sally looks me in the eyes, "I'm going to trust in time that we will meet again."

I nod but then burst into tears again.

She peels herself away from me.

I watch her as she opens the hotel room door.

"No!" I say.

She looks at me stunned. Mascara staining her cheeks.

"Where are you going?" I croak.

"I was gonna-" She starts.

"No," I say, "Stay with me."

She holds my glance for a second but then gives in and walks over to me.

I grab her by waist and hug her.

"Ansel it's like 12:00am," Sally says, "we should go to sleep."

I nod.

I take my shirt off and put on my pyjama bottoms.

I climb into bed.

Sally shortly gets into the other bed.

She throws a hairbrush at the light switch and it turns dark.

I can't sleep though. I just stare at the ceiling listening to the steady beat of Sally's breaths.

I take a chance, I get up and walk over to Sally's bed. I check if she asleep. She's not.

She lifts up one side of the covers and I slip in.

Within a few minutes, we're both asleep.

-

I wake up the next morning.

Sally isn't there.

I know I crawled into her bed last night.

She must have left already.

The absence of her suitcase confirms that.

I roll over and look at the time.

A post-it note is stuck on top of the clock.

I peel it off and read what it says:

I Love You.

I smile at first but then crumple it up and throw it across the room. She said not to contact her.

If I could wake up with amnesia it would be much easier than trying to forget the memories that I never can escape.

I decide to leave London early.

I throw all my clothes into my suitcase. Grab all my stuff from the bathroom and I'm gone within the hour.

-

I arrive back in NYC 14 hours later.

Pierce waits for me outside the airport.

He smiles at me as I walk up to him.

"Done?" He asks.

I blink a couple times trying to hold back my tears, "Yeah."

Pierce ruffles my hair and guides me to his car.

I wonder how Sally is doing.

I scold myself and try to think about other things.

Pierce doesn't try to make conversation. Neither do I.