Alex was sitting on the bed, staring at the sleeping Abigail. He had just experienced the best sex in all his life. Though those two nights he had spent with her before were heavenly, this night was truly exceptional. He never thought this kind of pleasure existed and he knew that the only one who could make him feel like this was this woman alone.
He thought back to the reason that she had brought him here - to regain his memories - but even this didn’t seem to be enough. Alex was troubled because Abigail was giving her all just for him. She even decided to go to these lengths just to do it and yet, the result was barely satisfactory for him. It seemed that the number of memories that he saw were increasing. He still wasn’t sure if he remembered everything, he saw the many things they had done in the last three months. He remembered the places they went to - the beach, the amusement park, the hospital. He remembered the play, his proposal, the wedding, the fight with Xavier, the surgery and even how he got those toys in a claw machine; everything except the words he heard and said, everything but her. Why couldn’t he remember the most important person to him? In his memories, he was talking to someone, looking at someone, holding someone who was invisible. He knew that was Abigail, so why? Why did she still not appear in his memories?
Alex closed his eyes and tugged his hair. He didn’t mind if he couldn’t find the answer. All he wanted right now was to remember her. That was all he was asking because he could see the pain and despair in Abigail’s eyes. If she woke up and found out that even this still didn’t work, she would cry again. She would think that she had failed and that was something he didn’t want to happen. All he wanted was to make her happy. For her not to cry again. He didn’t like her being troubled because of him.
Letting out a sigh as he let go of his hair, stared at Abigail again and carefully brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face. He bent and kissed her forehead and then, his eyes became intense as he looked outside the window.
He clenched his fists tightly. He tried to force himself to remember more because he remembered Zeke saying that the answer to what was wrong with him might be in his forgotten memories but strangely, he found none. All he found were some blurry memories between that time he was in the hospital until the blast happened in his mansion.
Alex climbed off the bed and stood by the window, thinking as hard as he could. He just stood there for a long while, closing his eyes, unmoving like a statue. His aura was calm but heavy.
When he opened his eyes again, their color was blazing gold. He looked like something had awakened inside him.
He swiftly moved like the wind towards Abigail and bent down once again to kiss her forehead, her eyes, her nose and her lips. A sweet smile curved on his face before he kissed her forehead again one last time.
"I’ll be back," he whispered before he left the room and leapt away from the house.
...
"Abigail... come to me..." that beautiful voice was ringing again, calling her.
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