Remember my name || ONC 2020

3. I C E C R E A M

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<Harry pov>

My heart stops. The words she said entered my ears, but my brain hasn't been able to interpret them. Is this a joke? I hear soft footsteps behind me and spin around. The nurse stands by the door with a sympathetic and sad smile. Why in the world is she looking at me like that? This all feels wrong.

"She has post-traumatic amnesia. She can barely remember her own name," the nurse explains.

"So, to her, I am a stranger?" I question. The nurse nods slowly.

"Wh-when will her memories come back?"

"We can't determine that yet. It most definitely won't be in the next few days though. I don't want you to get your hopes up. She will have to go to the councillor and have regular sessions. She needs time to heal physically and mentally."

"But what about her job? Her life? Us?!"

"Sir I am sorry, but that is a decision she and all of you make. Talk to her. Try explaining to her what she means to you. That always helps. I bet she feels very lost."

"Thank you," I mumble softly. She looks at me wistfully and leaves. I hear her mumble words to the rest outside to give me some time. 

I walk up to her as she looks at me wit ha very confused expression.

"Hi," I say softly, looking at her.

"Hey," she responds, still confused, but a little less defensive and scared.

"Ron- Veronica, I am," I swallow, "your, well, boyfriend. I am- my name is Harry Wood, and- I can't do this." I walk away like a coward. But I can't see her let every single one of my words sink in, not realizing how much I want to just hold her, hear her laugh or just see her look at me the way she used to. she used to.

I feel tears flood in again as I rush into the car. I sit there and let everything fall apart.

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< Veronica Pov > 

I wake up both sore and numb everywhere. I look around confused. I feel nauseated and dizzy. My head is pounding. my eyes are fuzzy. I suddenly feel panic rise up my throat and feel suffocate and my eyesight blur more. I feel a hand on my back and I almost flinch but I couldn't because my body couldn't move. 

"Breathe, okay. Focus on that. Only that," the nurse advises. I listened and just when everything begins to settle a little, I see a man about my age walk in. He is very handsome. He has messy brown hair and a naturally dimpled face. His face right now is distraught and filled with tears.

"Ronnie, you're awake!" he exclaims. "I am so sorry I left you in the morning! I will never, ever leave you alone like that. I promise you everything will be alright."

Now my head hurts again. His face strikes me somewhere in my head. I feel like I know him, but nothing clicks. It's like I have it on the tip of my tongue but I just can't say it.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" I ask. Almost instantly, his face loses all colour.

The nurse whispers a word to the guy, and then the guy comes up to me and introduces himself.

Wait. He is my boyfriend!  And then he storms away. 

This just feels so overwhelming. He seems like a great guy, but I just, I don't know what to do with him, or anything for that matter. I feel guilty for being so straight forward with him. I feel so out of control, so confused and frustrated, I don't know how to act. I let a yell, but it sounds like a whimper due to my body's fatigue. 

Then a man with shaking hands and a frozen face and a woman with a red alive face walk in. Both evoke the same feelings in me as the previous man, Harry, I think, did. They both are crying. The woman is out of control, but the man is holding himself and her together, trying not to fall apart.

"Baby, oh! Robert, look at her! She can barely recognize us!" The woman exclaims, pointing at me sadly and almost accusingly. I am instantly flooded with guilt. 

The man with the shaking hands clears his throat and finally speaks, "Verra, I am, um, your father. My name is Robert Malcolm. This is your mother. She, uh, is Sally."

"D-dad?" Some fleeting images flow through my head. They are fragments of memories, too small to go unnoticed, but enough to spark recognition.

"Dad! Mom!" Tears roll down my cheeks. I start shaking violently. Everything starts hurting. Everything starts to blur. 

And then, darkness.

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"So, what do you want me to call you then?" asks a very familiar-looking boy to an equally familiar looking girl. He is eating something and she is laughing unstoppably. He looks at her like nothing else exists, like she is his existence. He holds a small smile on his face that I don't think he realizes he holds. He looks like he feels the purest form of happiness, the type that asks for nothing in return and just floods you with warmth like alcohol. 

"I don't know, but definitely not Ron! Do I look like a Weasley to you! A Granger? maybe. A Malfoy? Definitely! But not a Weasley!" She tries to feign seriousness but a smile creeps up on her face. It slowly turns int an uncontrollable laugh. 

"Oh, hell na! I am so not dating a Malfoy! Plus, Ginny was hot."

"Well for starters, not all redheads are Weasleys. Also, I am not a Gryffindor. And, what is wrong with Malfoy's?"

"Nothing's wrong with them. You know what, forget it. I will call you Verra then."

"So you want to sound like my dad?" She makes a mock-disturbed face.

"Okay, um, no. Oh! Ronnie sounds adorable!"

"Okay, okay. I see you. That's pretty cute!" the girl exclaims. The boy scoops up some of the ice cream he was eating with his fingers. He taps the finger on her nose.

"Just like you." They look at each other like they were looking at art. They look lost in each other. But are they really lost, if all they need is each other and they have it? 

Then, everything freezes. I realize that the girl is me. And the boy is Harry, Harry Wood.

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Damn. I loved writing this chapter. Writing about love is probably my favourite thing. Probably cuz I like vicariously through my characters, and I ain't got no romance irl. I am sort of falling for Harry and am lowkey feeling bad for what I have to do to him, but ahh his destiny is already written. 

something abt me: I like sunsets. I like the dark more than the day. I love reading.

Tell me stuff about yourself. I am not creepy, I promise. Okay, byeee.

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