Chapter 1

Some things, as vague and harmless as they seem, such as the sight of someone you're seeing, have the infinite power of changing your life forever.

 

My cigarette dropped on the asphalt for the third time today. I am not a smoker. I've never been. I'm a liar. I think I'll always be. It's easy to lie when people love you. It's easy, so easy to smile when you're dead inside. I can't believe I just had my prayer answered. I am not religious at all, but in despair you're ready to believe in anything to save what matters to you the most.

This accident is a miracle. I haven't been injured except for a few bruises and scratches, but Milo is suffering from a traumatic amnesia. At the moment, they can't tell what is the exact consequence of his brain injury, what is the exact measure of the damage done, but to me, it means the world. If it didn't happen, I probably would have lost the love of my life.

 

Tonight, the ambulances sirens sung for us. Tightening our bonds. Allowing me to get a second chance. There was a paper boat sliding along the pavement. A woman screamed. The city lights shone brighter. Before people started running towards my seriously wrecked Polo to see what happened, I kissed his eyes, the taste of sadness rolling down my cheeks. A man banged on the steamed-up window, his mouth changing shape. I pressed the little black button and fresh air filled in.

“Are you OK? Don't move, we called 999 it's a matter of minutes now” As I tried to figure out who “we” were, a slender silhouette gently grew behind the man's shoulder. A woman's voice whispered in his ear and he let her approach my side of the car.

“What's your name?

- Ivy, I... I'm fine, don't worry about me. I think he's not. I nodded towards Milo. His head wasn't lying on my shoulder any more.

- Who is he? She surely haven't notice him because her eyebrows arched high.

- Milo, he's my fiancé. 

 

The sirens were deafening now. Three doors slammed one after the other and in no time they were getting Milo out on the cement. I managed to pull myself out of the car despite the fact that my door was locked. There were three men around him and blood on his shirt.

“He's going to be fine if we take him to the hospital now, get inside the ambulance at the back if you want to be with him.” 

 

On the way to the hospital I knew I had to make up my mind about whether or not telling the truth. I've been given the choice to lose or win, but in both case, a downside joined in.

 

“Are you a member of his family? The voice came from behind my back, I looked up on a forty-something that didn't let her sight wander outside the blank sheet she was about to fill.

- I am his fiancée. I wondered what the hell she was writing in those little cases.

- Technically, you're not a member of his family. I can not allow you to pass this door, I'm sorry.”