Allison
The policeman eyed Gideon for a moment before requesting, “May I see your ID, sir?”
Gideon produced his ID, and the officer examined it before returning it. After checking the computer, the officer stated, “You have no criminal record or offenses, Mr. Gideon.”
He then shifted his focus to me. “However, this young lady claims she doesn’t know you, Mr. Gideon. How do you explain that?”
I glared at Gideon, pondering why such a handsome stalker had to have a charming name.
The officer persisted, “Why would you claim to know her when she doesn’t recognize you? Have you been secretly observing her?”
Gideon seemed uneasy, and I couldn’t help but demand, “Have you been stalking me all this time?”
“Sir, I have proof,” Gideon declared confidently to the officer.
“Alright, let’s see it,” the officer agreed.
Gideon pulled out his phone, displaying a picture to the officer. The officer inspected it, then observed my reaction.
“Are you certain you don’t recognize him?” he inquired.
I shook my head adamantly. “No, I’ve never met him before. I swear.”
The officer handed me the phone, and as I examined the image, my eyes widened in shock. It depicted Gideon and me standing in front of my house, laughing and linking arms.
I was at a loss for words, my mouth agape. I looked at the photo, then at Gideon, utterly confused. “What… how… this can’t be. I don’t…” I stammered, feeling as though I had forgotten how to speak.
“It appears you’ve truly forgotten about me,” he said with a faint smile.
Was Gideon connected to the memories I had lost? This situation was becoming increasingly complicated, and I needed to ask him about his role in my past. Was he part of a bad memory? Perhaps he was someone I had loved, but we had separated because I seemed to have lost all my sad and painful memories the very memories that had left me broken and depressed.
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I turned to the officers, who had been observing us, seemingly waiting for one of us to clarify the perplexing situation.
“I apologize for the trouble,” I sighed. “I’ll sort things out with Gideon. Thank you for your assistance.”
The officers agreed and reminded me to contact them if I noticed anything unusual. As we left the station and walked together, Gideon stopped and faced me. I halted as well.
“I’m truly sorry if it appeared as though I was stalking you,” he explained. “I was only trying to return your phone and wallet. You left them at the restaurant.”
He retrieved my belongings from his pocket and handed them to me.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” I exclaimed, relief flooding over me.
Gideon smiled and acknowledged my gratitude. “I was dining at the restaurant when I saw you. I was surprised and initially thought you were just someone who resembled you.”
I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief.
“But who are you, really? I don’t remember you. I had an accident and lost some of my memories. You seem to be a part of what I forgot.”
“Memory recovery is a gradual process. Don’t worry; you’ll remember in time,” he responded with a reassuring smile.
I nodded, pressing my lips together.
“What brought you to this small town, anyway?” he inquired.
“Well, I was here to see someone, but I’m heading home now,” I replied. “Do you live here?”
He nodded. “Yes, I live here now.”
“Oh, wow,” I said, then added, “Would you mind if I had your number? Since you know me, and I can’t recall our connection, it might help me remember if we stayed in touch.”
Gideon returned a warm smile. “Of course, I don’t mind at all.”
We exchanged contact information, and he inquired softly, “Are you heading home now? It’s getting late.”
“I’ll manage,” I replied, surveying my surroundings. “Thanks again for returning my phone and wallet. I’ll be able to get home without any trouble now.”
“Should I escort you, though?” he kindly suggested.
I immediately declined, shaking my head firmly. “No, no, I’ll be fine on my own. But don’t worry, I’ll give you a call once I get home.”
“Alright,” he agreed with a nod. “Please be safe, okay?”
I smiled, nodded in agreement, and waved goodbye as I made my way back to the bus stop. Noticing that there were no buses in sight, I took a seat to wait. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name loudly.
“Allison!”
I turned to see Jayden approaching me. Upon reaching me, he quickly pulled me into a tight embrace, leaving no space between us. I forcefully pushed him away, a scowl forming on my face.
“Have you lost your mind?” I exclaimed, raising my voice. “I told you to leave me alone, didn’t I? What’s gotten into you? Isn’t this what you wanted, Jayden?”
“I was stupid, Alli,” he said shakily, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’m deeply sorry, please…”
“It’s too late!” I snapped.
“God, Alli, please!” he cried, his heart racing so fast that I feared it would leap out of his chest.
“Just… just go back to your mother. She must be waiting. Leave me alone. It’s over now, everything.”
Just then, the bus arrived, and I prepared to board. However, Jayden pulled me into a passionate kiss. His lips pressed against mine, but I didn’t reciprocate. Instead, I shoved him away and slapped him.
“You must be crazy!” I shouted. “You’ve completely lost it!”
Undeterred, Jayden took my face in his hands again and kissed me once more. I pushed him away a second time, attempting to board the bus. But Jayden grabbed my face and kissed me for the third time.
This time, I tried to break free, but his grip was firm. The kiss was intense, painful, and passionate. I felt myself succumbing to it, losing all sense of resistance.
His lips brushed mine, soft and inviting, sending a spark through me as soon as his tongue collided with mine. The world faded as his kiss deepened, and I leaned into him, my hands pulling him closer.
Every brush of his whole mouth against mine sent a shiver through me, a magnetic pull that made me forget everything except for him-his taste, his touch, the way he made my heart race.
His hands cupped my face, his fingers gentle yet sure, as though he wanted to keep me there forever, like this. The kiss deepened, and I responded without thinking, matching his intensity, my heart pounding in sync with his.
I felt his warmth, his strength, and in that moment, I felt like I could lose myself in him. He kissed me like he was claiming me, and I let him, feeling the world slip away, leaving only the sensation of his lips, the taste of him, and the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the universe.
When our lips finally parted for a breath, I was dizzy, breathless, but I didn’t want to let go. His gaze met mine, and there was something in his eyes-something unspoken, something that made my chest tighten with longing.
Then, he kissed me again, slower this time, savoring the moment, and I melted into him, knowing that this was something I would never forget.
As the kiss continued, the bus drove away, leaving us standing under the bright street lamp.