Achilles’ Point of View:“Hello, Mr. Achilles Roman. This is the Kansas City Hospital. Ms. Isabelle Smith has been in a bad accident off of 6th Street and she has been admitted in the City Hospital. Please visit her as soon as possible along with any other family.”As soon as the person’s voice was interpreted by my brain, I looked at Carlos, dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, I ran back to my car half-breathed and he apparently ran too, as we got inside and I drove to the Kansas City Hospital.I parked the car in a hurry and headed towards the building. The hospital was crowded when we reached the gates. Stumbling through and pushing everyone aside, we went
Achilles’ Point of View:“Who—Who are you?” Her voice was soothing, yet her expressions were overwhelmingly worrisome.I stared at her while my heart skipped a beat. Seeing her in the state—forgetting everything, lying on the hospital bed with her bones broken, and helpless—made me feel unreal. I couldn’t even react to her situation and her calm expressions made it worse.I turned around to see Carlos standing with his expressions sad as he observed the both of us. His eyes turned toward me.“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him before leaving but he followed me.“Stop it, Achilles.” He said, his voice tired and a little frustrated.“What? What do you want me to do, Carlos?” I let out a sharp breath. “She doesn’t—she doesn’t remember anything!”“I know.”“So? I’m—I’m not coming back in her life, okay? She has a blessing by forgetting me.”“You’re so fucking stupid, Achilles. So you’re gonna walk away right now? When she needs you?” He took a step toward me and looked at me with part-d
Achilles’ Point of View:I went inside her ward after the conversation with Carlos, and looked at Isabelle—who seemed to be more confused as ever. She looked at me with caution, her eyes wandering off in conflict as to whether to trust me or not. Maybe walking out like I did without even telling her anything wasn’t the best idea. Although, it was time to make this right.“Uh,” I said as I took a seat beside her—a little away, but close enough to speak slowly and still be audible: “I am Achilles, your—your friend.”“Oh,” She whispered. “And that—that guy earlier?”“He’s Carlos, also your friend. Well, actually, he’s my best friend, but you two get along.”She nodded, understanding. There was little understanding on my part though—because everything that I knew about memory loss after a brain trauma screamed that she’d probably be agitated, confused, furious, or aggressive. Although, she was relatively very calm and collected.“Um, so…” She exhaled. “Well, awkward, but who am I?”I let
Achilles’ Point of View:I went to the bar with Carlos. It was a little far from the hospital, but still a decent place to sit down and have a conversation. The smell of cigarettes, stale beer and whiskey hit my nose as soon as I entered, sending me into an instant state of relief.“Two beers, please,” Carlos said to the bartender as we sat down in front of the counter.Apparently, Carlos had also made sure that no paparazzi could spot us as this place was a little secluded. If he wasn’t here, I probably would make headlines everyday—and not for good things.The man nodded, and started mixing drinks. I looked over at Carlos who exhaled as he pushed one of the glasses toward me.“You must be tired.”“Yeah, well,” I picked it up. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do.”“Hmm,” He agreed as we took a sip.“Well, I couldn’t help but notice,” I said as the conversations replayed in my mind, “You were talking to me as if you knew the situation really personally. Did something happen in
Achilles’ Point of View:The next morning, I woke up earlier than I wanted to. It was still 5:46 AM, but I knew better than to sleep for another hour. Instead, I went to take a shower and then check on Carlos.I knocked on his door but apparently, he was still asleep. So, I decided to go to Isabella instead, writing a text that he should come over whenever he could.The ride to the hospital in the early morning of 6:24 AM was really quiet and peaceful. I parked in the parking lot, heading inside and to Bella’s cabin.To my surprise, she was awake and staring at the ceiling when I entered.“Hey Isabelle,” I said as I took a seat beside her.Her eyes shifted toward me. She looked at me from top to bottom, as if analysing me for the first time—and a look of confusion washed over her face.“You’re…?”Oh, was this the case when she would forget stuff again and again? Well, here we go then.I exhaled. “Achilles. Uh, we’re friends.”“Oh,” She stole her eyes away again and drove herself in th
Achilles’ Point of View:As soon as Carlos left, I looked around the hallway. A lot of other people were here now—just bringing water, or food, or coffee for their loved ones. Their smiles were evident, some of them fake while others were happy to just have the opportunity to take care of their loved ones.A loud breath escaped my life. I had no one now, and it was no one’s fault. I was given the chance to have the best friend anyone could ask for—to have the best lover I didn’t really ever deserve, and I fucked it all up for no reason.I always thought I knew what I wanted in my life. Since the start, when I—when I saw the world through the black. It wasn’t grey to me like it is to most people, it was pure jet black. I saw first-hand what it was like to have a shitty family, what it was like to just destroy everyone who wanted nothing but to love you. I thought I had learned my lesson when I lost my mother because of how much she loved the monster who I swore to never become.I couldn
Achilles’ Point of View:“Mr. Roman, Ms. Isabelle’s mother is here. Because of your previous mention, I thought to inform you before she can meet her.”I exhaled. What the fuck? Why was she here? And why would she come here after all this time?After processing my reply, I spoke. “Uh, I’ll be there and have a conversation with her first. Thank you for informing me.”“That’s alright. Thank you.” The call ended and I looked at Carlos, who just looked back at me equally confused.“Well, I think we should go,” I said, “You coming?”“Uh, sure,” He grinned and I smiled, hurrying to the car and then driving back to the hospital.We reached inside and found mom standing in the reception hall. She looked at me confused before coming toward me with a smile.“Oh, Achilles, how have you been?” Her voice was filled with care—I didn’t know if it was fake or not.“What are you doing here, mom?” My face was serious as I ignored her question.“What do you mean? Isabella’s in there!” She exclaimed as i
Achilles’ Point of View:The last sentence of the diary left my heart beating like a drum. I breathed heavily as my eyes stared at the words.“I don’t know if it’s even possible, or if you’re even available… but I think I like you, and there’s nothing more I want than to be with you.”I let out a shuddered breath. This might just have been the longest I was speechless. There were no words, no thoughts in my head—a dead silence that went round and round as I processed it, but my mind was completely blank. I had planned for everything in my life, but there wasn’t a single second I thought this could happen.“Uh, Achilles?” I heard her voice after what felt like at least seven minutes. I looked up at