Chapter 2

Aubree's Pov

When you start thinking about what your life was like 10 years ago--and not in general terms, but in highly specific detail--it's disturbing to realize how certain elements of your being are completely dead. They die long before you do. It's astonishing to consider all the things from your past that used to happen all the time but (a) never happen anymore, and (b) never even cross your mind. It's almost like those things didn't happen. Or maybe it seems like they just happened to someone else. To someone you don't really know. To someone you just hung out with for one night, and now you can't even remember her name.

Some time ago, the biggest worry for me was that my assignments would be piled up at my desk, that I would have missed a lot of classes, and that my parents would be mad at me.

After all, this is what an average teenager worries about. However, right now, my life had taken an entire U-turn, making me feel somewhat helpless. How does a person react when they get to know something of this fashion? I was bound to a hospital bed and could not even sit up, and yet another problem came along my way.

I was still living at that age where my biggest worry would have had been getting a hangover, fighting with my friends, or getting a low grade.

I had just woken up from my deep sleep, I had no idea what happened in the past ten years, and I was even married to someone. My memory just skipped the past ten years of my life, which could have had been the most wonderful years of my life. It had to be the best years of my life. I would have graduated from NYU, I would have a job by now, and even a house of my own, in which I would be living happily with the love of my life, just the things that I wished for when I was young. It was just so sad to acknowledge that so much would have occurred in my life, and I have no idea about it.

My head was throbbing once again, just that now the pain was even more than what it had been before. It felt as if a million cavemen were hammering on my brain. I could not even feel my body parts working, and yet, I was still alive.

"I guess, you need time to process this all before you meet your family." The doctor said as he began to go out of the door.

As the doctor uttered these words, a big wave of curiosity rushed over me. My mind was still struck at that nineteenth year of my life. And what teenager does not dream about getting married? And now that I knew that I was maarried, I wanted to find out who it was. I could not manage handling one boyfriend and here I was married. Who would he be? Because as far as I remember, I did not even have a boyfriend at that time. Talking about getting married!

"I want to see him." I called out before he could go and tell him that I wasn't ready.

"Are you sure? You can take your time. He really wants to meet you, he has never left your side, not even during night. He is dying to see you again. But it doesn't mean that you have to call him in straight away." He said and my heart melted. If the doctor did not want me to meet him, why did he say these wonderful things about my husband. He surely has no idea of how to convince people otherwise.

Anyway, I think I had married a man who did really love me. And with each passing second, my curiosity was increasing, I wanted to know who he was, how he looked and how did we end up together. So, ignoring all my pain, I decided to meet him up. And even though, all I could do was to lie down on my bed with a big bandage over my head and an artificial breathing machine attached to my nose, I knew that he needed to see me. After all, he had been there for me when I was unconscious, he might be dying to see me again.

"I want to see him." I said while emphasising each syllable I spoke.

The doctor nodded and exited the room.

While he left the room, my anxiety increased. What had happened to me and my life? Here I was laying in a hospital room waiting for a doctor to introduce me to my husband. Odd wasn't it?

I stared at my surroundings and noticed that my long brown hair were cut into short bits, and a bandage was attached to my forehead. The window in the corner of the room displayed a rainy weather, and the smell of the rain was filling the entire room, making me feel alive after all this time.

My head was still heavy with the weight of the information that I had just received, my whole body was on fire, but my heart was dying to see the man who I married. Like, who was this person who struck with me.

The doctor was taking his time in coming back. He may be explaining my situation to him, maybe he was afraid that I might have forgotten him. It must be hard for him too, to see his wife being held up in a hospital room since the past two months.

It felt too odd, I was his wife. A wife. 

The last thing I could have ever imagined when I opened my eyes.

After a long wait of thirty minutes, a man with tanned skin, long black hair, and hazel eyes entered the room. His face was full of a messy beard and he had dark circles around his eyes. His height was just a few inches taller than me, but the only thing that I noticed the most was the look in his eyes as he saw me. Those breath-taking eyes filled with tears, that amazing smile on his face, that fascinating expression that he held on his face, was he literally trying to kill me with his looks again?

I could forget what happened in the past ten years of my life, but he looked so familiar, his eyes were full of tears as he approached me and he sat next to my bed, while staring at me longingly, and that it when something clicked.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.

His smell was struck to my chest like perfume odour. My nostrils filled with the aroma of his fragrance. Thoughts of him lingered to me once again, like the fragrance of the downpour, I still knew him.

"I.. I thought I lost you." He said as he began to stroke my hair gently and engulfed me with his embrace, while making sure all the wires attached to me were intact.

I saw his face more clearly, and his clear voice vibrated in my ears, and damn who could ever forget the music of his voice?

Those hazel eyes which always made me fall into that deep ocean of emotions, the same black hair I wished to stroke, each and every time that I saw him passing by my side.

"Ja.. Jaden?." I asked with confusion in my eyes.

"Oh! Thank God you remember me." Jaden said and placed a small kiss on my forehead.

Human anatomy is fascinating. The way eyes never change. The way lips taste after wine. The way arms wrap tightly around a person like your favourite winter sweater. If I could take every thought, every action, every word and make something out of it, something that shows you, explains it, something the moment you see it, you’ll know. Not like a piece of art a million people see through different perspectives and draw infinite conclusions on, that’s negating the obvious. Just like that I remembered him, after all, who could forget a person like him?

Jaden was my best friend, I remember how great he made my life, how he filled my life with the beautiful colours each day. I still remembered how each day my life passed secretly crushing on him. How I always wanted him to realise how he made me feel.

The best part was that I was married to the guy I had been crushing on since such a long time. I have no idea how this must have happened. The last thing I remember about him was that he wanted to stay out of any relationships. He never wanted to marry, at least. Oddly enough, he was married to me.

"What happened to me? Why was I in a coma?" I asked my best friend, while he held my hands lovingly.

As I asked him the question, I saw his eyes darken up with some weird emotion, but then he regained his normal self and smiled at me, a smile that always made me flatter.

"It was an accident." He said.

"I sure must look like hell, even my hair is chopped off!" I said with a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood, and also feeling self conscious. I always loved my long brown curly locks that every other persons envied, and today, here I was with my chopped off ends making me feel like I lost the most valuable possession of my life.

"You look like an angel. God! I missed you. I missed looking into those eyes of yours, I missed your voice, I missed you. And for a while I thought, that I would lose you." He said and tightened the grip on my hands.

"I'm sorry Jaden, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm all right, just a few stitches here and there, I still remember you, and that's all that I need." I said and saw more tears streaming down the eyes of a person who used to be my strength.

Seeing him cry made my heart full with pain.

"I think you should take some rest." He suggested and I seemed to agree.

I had been unconscious for months, and I had not even eaten something for God's sake, I felt weak and all this information that I received was way too exhausting.

Destiny is real. And she's not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you're naked- stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn't know- and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it's the most beautiful thing.

There are powers far beyond us, plans far beyond what we could have ever thought of, visions far more vast than what we can ever see on our own with our own eyes, there are horizons long gone beyond our own horizons. This is courage- to throw away what is our own that is limited and to thrust ourselves into the hands of these higher powers- God and Destiny.To do this is to abide in the realm of the eternal, to walk in the path of the everlasting to follow in the footprints of God and demi-gods

I closed my eyes gently and let sleep take over me, and hence, once again I drowned in the silent slumber while I felt Jaden stroking my hair, being careful about the bandages all over me, dreaming of the guy of my dreams, who had married me, without me having an idea about how it happened.