Rewind

pair of long black leather boots. Covering her body was a secured long light-colored camel coat that reached right above her knees. My eyes move searchingly on her hand, and I smile as I spot the familiar silver ring right where it belongs. “Evangeline?” I ask in disbelief, terrified at the thought that my eyes may be playing tricks on me. “I missed you, Adam.” “I missed you too,” I reply with a soft smile and ask confused, “Why didn’t you answer my calls? I’ve been this close to booking a flight right to Liverpool.” She lets out a laugh; the one where she throws her head a little bit back and her eyes twinkle with genuine happiness as she explains, “I was afraid you’d do something like this, so I had someone track you at all times these past three days to make sure you don’t leave London until I came. I just wanted to surprise you.” “Oh yeah? You did a damn good job at that then.” I chuckle lightly as I ask, “So who did you hire to babysit me from afar?”   She turns her head around, pointing to the other side of the street with a small smile as she waves to the person sitting in the driver’s side of the very familiar blue Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita.      My jaw drops slightly as I spot Adrien waving at me whilst giving me a small smirk. He came up with this fever thing just to keep me locked up in my own house? My heart warms up at his little action, so I offer him a small nod as I smile at him- a genuine one at that. Rolling his eyes at us, he starts driving his car away from his parking spot. “So everything’s good with Adrien?” I ask her with hope sparkling in my eyes. “I’m just trying to find true peace, you know? If you’re willing to give him a chance like you wrote me in the last email then I’m willing to do so myself. Besides, he’s really starting to work up on fixing himself; I can see it.” She sighs. I nod. “Yeah, he is.” “I wanted to tell you something.” She suddenly looks anxious as she fiddles with the ring on her finger. “What is it?” I give her a concerned look. Her eyes look away from the floor, slowly rising up until they meet mine as she says, “When I was in Liverpool, I started visiting all the places I’ve been to before I lost my memory including my old house and the room I’ve been admitted to in the hospital and so on, and I don’t know if this is a good thing or not, but I’ve been getting some of my memories back lately.” “W-what?” My eyes widen in disbelief. “Y-yes, I guess the only reason why my memories were truly blocked is because my parents have kept me locked away so long from the only place that could’ve helped me retrieve them. At least that’s what my psychiatrist said,” she demonstrates. “You’re seeing a psychiatrist?” I ask her confused, “Why didn’t you tell me you were starting to get your memories back?” “I don’t know.” She removes her beanie, averting her gaze to the ground. “I guess I was nervous; I didn’t even tell my parents yet.” I move forward, approaching her more before I raise my hand, gently tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Why would you be nervous, Evangeline?” A tiny blush appears on her pale cheeks. “Because even though the memories are blurry and even though they’re faded, I kind of remember you now.” “And?” A playful smile decorates my face, realizing what she might actually be nervous about, and I resist the urge to smirk. “I just don’t know if we should pick up from where I left as Evelyn or pick up from where I left as Evangeline.” Her blush deepens as she admits. “Well, how about we start over?” I offer, trying to ease her worry. She tilts her head, completely facing me now as she nods, smiling. “I like that.” I stretch out my right hand as I say, “My name is Adam, and you are?” She lets out a beautiful laugh as if thinking ‘we’re actually doing this?’ before she places her hand in mine, shaking it slowly as she replies, “It’s nice to meet you Adam. I don’t really know what my name is right now, but you can call me Evie.”     And that was the beginning of another story, but it didn’t really matter to me. It didn’t matter to me that this was the third time I introduce myself to her, and it didn’t matter to me that we’re starting over again- not the least bits because all that I cared about right at this moment was that I knew for sure that she’ll be in it. She’ll be in my life, and that’s all I cared about. That my life will revolve around her, and she’ll be right at its center.   ~THE END~

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

         Mariam Alaa has lived almost all her life in Egypt. She’s almost eighteen, meaning that she’s heading to college. Even though it took her a lot to decide on a major she truly likes, she has chosen engineering. In the midst of her junior year, she was contemplating whether or not to take writing as a career since she has an absolute passion for writing. In the end, though, she decided to major in engineering like she planned to and expand her writing passion into a side job. ‘Rewind’ is the first complete story she’s ever finished, and she’s