I am back on her door, knocking. As angry and confused as I am, I want her to make sense of everything for me. If she and I were in a relationship, then how did I get engaged to Douglas?

She opens up, she’s now wearing pajamas, the one I saw in the flashback. She let’s me in.

“I was hoping you’d come back, Anne.” She admits.

I move past her and sit on the high chairs. “That’s why your touch felt familiar, that’s why I warmed up to you.” I start crying all over again.

She sits opposite me and slides a glass of water to me.

“Tell me!” I yell

She sighs, I can tell this is hard for her. She wipes her tears away and sips from the glass she slides to me.

“My real name is Samantha.” She starts off.

I nod, I guess I already knew Luck was a fake name.

“It was 8 months ago, Anne. I made one single mistake and you found me. You caught me. You found me with a female at the club, we were kissing. As soon as you walked in, you ran out, got into your car. Your sister called me a few minutes after, telling me to run after you cause you sounded too upset.” She breathes out, tears falling down her cheeks.

“And?” I’m crying too.

It’s the first time anyone has ever told me about the accident. As she’s talking, I see the whole ordeal in my mind. I place her words and they turn to scenes in my mind. I am starting to..remember.

“I got in my car and drove after you. You were driving so fast, Anne. You were crying and hurt, I hated myself. I could see you were also on your phone. Then, out of nowhere a huge bus swallowed your convertible. Right in front of my eyes, I watched as the bus swallowed your car, you. I thought I lost you.” She is sobbing hysterically now.

I want to comfort her, but I don’t want to. I’m angry. I remember.

“I called the ambulance. I spent the night with you, without calling your family. I called them in the morning. Your mom, chased me away. Told me to stay the hell away from you. She said it was my fault and if you died, it would be on me. I knew she was right. I tried coming many times, until your mom filed for a restraining order against me.” She swipes her tears away.

I wipe my own tears. I remember everything, our relationship. We had been dating since University. 5 years, it would be six years in the next two months.

“Then I heard your mom was pairing you up with Douglas. Your sister told me. I had to stop it. I couldn’t let you marry that spoiled Christams tree.” She angrily says.

I laugh at the “Christmas tree”

“But mostly, I couldn’t watch you marry someone else, when all I wanted was you. When I knew, once you remembered, all you’d want was me.” She states.

She’s right, she may have done what she did with that girl, but all I want is her.