It was a day that Cynthia Wise would never forget. She ran through the hallways of the hospital after receiving a call from the State Patrol. Her fiancé was involved in a head on collision with a semi. She was stopped at the emergency room by the doctor that was in charge and dropped her purse after hearing what he said. The possessions fell on the floor from her unzipped bag. Cynthia kneeled down to pick up her things and began to tremble with the thought that Jericho would be a vegetable for the rest of his life. The feelings persisted until she walked into his room to see him sleeping. She kneeled down next to him on his bed slowly.
“You're dreaming now,” began Cynthia while running her fingers through his thick sandy brown hair. “When you wake, we will leave this behind as a faded memory,” she smiled while looking at him with her green eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. He looked the same as he did a year ago when she met him on her seventeenth birthday. They were together in the hospital room and it was late.
Cynthia would have to leave, but remembered her own accident when she was seventeen. She turned her wrist as the memory unfolded; the car accident followed with the tow truck taking the car away. She was laid up in the hospital for weeks but it was a blessing because it allowed her and Jericho to become closer. The scar was shaped like a rose and was a sign from God to continue living. Cynthia left the hospital and called it a night.
The next day the loneliness continued to penetrate Cynthia and she decided to visit Jericho. She walked into the room and untied her long, curly, cinnamon color hair to look at her fiancé who was awake. He looked the same as before, but with a little more color in his high cheek bones. His blue eyes widened as he looked at her.
“How are you feeling?” she asked with a smile.
“Fine, I think,” replied Jericho. “Who are you?”

The words stabbed Cynthia like a knife driven in her heart. She didn’t expect Jericho to get amnesia and began to snivel, while walking towards him, “I’m your future wife.”
The young man touched his head and then moved his hand out to show that he wanted her to keep away. The bandage on his forehead and police reports proved that he hit his head hard against the wind shield.

“I think I would remember proposing to you and I don’t,” began Jericho.
“But I am,” Cynthia replied.
“Then what’s my favorite color?” he demanded.
“Blue.”
“What’s my favorite cartoon character?”
“Mickey Mouse,” she answered
“What is my favorite movie?”
“Gone in Sixty Seconds,” she continued.

His eyes widened with surprise and the question remained; how did this person know all this? This stranger who said he was about to marry her, could not possibly know everything.
“What cologne do I wear?” Jericho continued as he heard Cynthia let out a sigh.
“I’m not going to play twenty questions with you, I’m telling you the truth.”

To be continued. . . . .

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