2 Years and 51 Days

"I've waited for her 2 years and 51 days, and now that she's awake, she can't even remember me."
Alex has waited for his girlfriend Ida to wake up from a coma for 2 years and 51 days. But she can't remember him. He's willing to make her fall in love with him all over again in this tale of love and loyalty.
Told from the points of view of Ida and Alex. (Depending on the name in the chapter title)


7. Accident - Alex

I watched her eyes flutter close as recognition peered from beneath the blue of her eyes. Her eyes were only closed for a minute. And during that time, I had relived the whole accident...

"Ida." pause "Meet me at the restraunte, usual table in the corner." pause. "I've got a gift for you." pause "Yes, becasuse it's our anniversary" pause "I love you" pause "Well, that's because I mean it." pause "See you soon baby."

I closed my phone lid with a satisfying click and leaned my head back against the cream wall of the booth I was sitting in, waiting for Ida. I shut my eyes and thought of how beautiful Ida really was. I could soon see her clearly in my mind. I thought of different entrances she would make, all the clothes she could wear. And how she would react to my gift. It was a pendant with our names engraved into it. Obviously in the shape of a heart. I held the little velvety box to my chest and smiled at the thought of my girlfriend. We'd been going out for three years exactly now. And I was certain she was going to be my bride. The thought of my Ida in a long white dress walking towards me down a red carpeted aisle, about to marry me made me open eyes and look around.

Everything was as it should be in a restraunte, bustling waiters, hungry customers. And a delicious smell, may I add. My stomach gave a loud growl so that the elderly couple sitting at the table next to me gave me an astounded stare (actually more of a glare) before tutting and returning to their meals. I rolled my eyes. Wondering what the time was, I rolled my shoulders and flicked open my phone. A single second before I did that my right ear began to itch. That only happened when I had a hunch that Ida was in trouble. It happened three months after I met her. She was riding her bike on the other side of town, fell off and broke her arm. My ear had itched then.

Suddenly worried I stood up, forgetting about the time which had been my first mission, and turned to look at the TV set that was playing Channel 57 News. It was showing a car crash on the A16, that was the road Ida was taking. Oh, God, if she wasn't OK, then...then... I thumped a fist down angrily on the wooden table and kept my eyes fixed firmly on the screen.

"So far only one person has been taken to hospital. A young woman who going by her driving liscence is called Ida Parks. We have unfortunately been unable to contact the girls family....." John Duncan droned on whilst my ears zoned out and the next thing I knew I was walking out of the restraunte towards my car. The waiter from inside started yelling at me to come back and pay for my drink but I ignored him. Ida could be dead. I needed to see her.

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