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Eternal Love

Chapter 12

~Zayn's P.O.V.~

It was about 5:00 when Amber and I decided to go to the park. We were walking with our hands entwined when she suddenly turned and stopped in front of me.
"What is it love?" I asked as she began to smile.
"Can we go on the swings?" She asked as she bit her bottom lip.
"Of course," I replied as we continued to walk. We made a little conversation, then when we got to the park she stopped. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's ju- well, I don't know. Something about this place that just makes me want to remember even more,"
I could see the pain in her eyes. When she was hurt it made me feel even worse. She squinted her eyes shut as a tear slowly rolled down her cheek. "Why can't I remember. I-I just want to remember," she said as her eyes opened. I looked at her and she at me. We stood there for a moment.
"It's not your fault," I said. "The accident wasn't even your fault."
"I know, but Zayn. What if it wouldn't have happened? What if I hadn't gone to work that morning? What if the person in that car wasn't drunk?" Her voice started to get scratchy, and I knew she was going to cry. "What if I would've walked?"
"Amber," I said as she looked at me. "If any of that would've happened, we wouldn't be here right now," I said.
"Well yes, but still," she said as another tear dropped from her eye.
"Love, the what-ifs don't matter. The past doesn't matter. Yes, there were amazing things that happened, but we can't be stuck in the past." I stopped to see that she wasn't crying anymore. "All that matters is that we are here together, right now, in this moment." I then leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed back. Her arms came up around my neck and I held her waist. "Now come on, lets go on the swings."

~Amber's P.O.V.~

We talked a bit when we were on the swings, and we were holding hands. His hands are so big, they practically make mine disappear. It's nice though. We both stood up, and then kissed again. It was truly amazing. He's amazing. Everything about him, it just does something to me. I can't explain it, it's this feeling that I get of safeness, love, happiness, and fantasy.
We walked back home, still holding hands. I keep thinking really hard, and I'm trying to remember. You know that feeling, when you walk into a room and forget what you were doing? So you try to remember. And it's hard. For me it's like that, but not just for why I do something. For my entire past. I'm glad that Zayn is helping me through it, because without him I would be even more confused.
When we got home, I called the psychologist to set up an appointment for Monday @ 1:45pm. Yay.