Closer: Faded Memories do Become Real

            It was a day that Cynthia Wise would never forget. She ran through the hospital after receiving a call from the state patrol that 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. Her possessions spilled over the floor from the unzipped bag and as the young lady picked up her things she began to tremble with the thought that Jericho would be a vegetable for the rest of his life.

  “Your dreaming now,” began Cynthia as she looked at him. “When you wake we will leave this all behind as a faded memory,” she smiled while looking at him with her green eyes and ran her fingers through his thick, sandy, brown hair.  He looked exactly 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. She turned her wrist as the memory unfolded the car accident followed by  a tow truck. Being laid up in the hospital for weeks was almost a blessings because it aloud her and Jericho to get closer. The strange scar was shaped like a rose and was a sign from God to continue her life.

            The days escalated through the week and Cynthia 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 the accident, but with a little more color in his high cheek bones. Then his eyes widen with the sight of the beautiful women standing before him.  “How are you feeling?” she asked.  “Fine I think,” groaned Jericho. “Who are you?” he asked. The words seemed to stab into Cynthia like a knife driven into her heart.  She didn’t  expect Jericho to get amnesia.  “I’m your future wife,” she sobbed as she stepped towards him.