Snow Angels - Part 5

At the same time I sat my self down on the bed to get a grip of the situation the blue-eyed man came out from bathroom. Thankfully he now had a towel around his waist. He had just showered, and he’s body was still all wet. He smiled at me.
I tried to smile back.

He had a nice tanned, muscular body. I had to admit that. So very different from the other men I usually ended up in bed with. They were more corporate types, men in suits. Men with style.

“Babe, why are you looking so confused? Let’s go back to bed and have some fun, so we can recoup some of what we missed yesterday”

“Absolutely not! I just want to go home, now!
Unfortunately I started to cry in the same time I said that.
I threw myself flat on the bed. When it pours it pours. I just could not stop my sobbing.

“What is the matter? Why are you so sad? Have I done something wrong?” He asked really soft.

“Please let me leave!” I sat up now.

Now he crept into bed beside me and put his arm around me. That did not stop me from sobbing either. But it made me feel a little calmer, strangely enough. I was not that scared anymore but I felt a sadness that I had never experienced before.

“I do not remember anything”

“What don’t you remember?”

“Anything. I don’t remember you, this place, anything. I don’t even remember myself in this way! I would never, ever have got me these tattoos for example. I hate tattoos.” I said and pointed at my ankles.

In that same moment I remember that his body was covered with one big eagle and some other more unknown symbols. But Bill seemed not to bother about my remark, he just smiled.

This was just so surreal. I looked at him, and the man seemed genuinely surprised. He caressed me tenderly on the cheek, wiped my tears away.

“I will make you remember myself, if you just let me” Bill teased.
But when he saw me crying again, he softly asked:
“Please tell me what is wrong, and I will fix it. I promise”

“Everything is wrong”
“I don’t understand?”

“I am sorry, but I don’t remember anything, anything” I sobbed.
He remained silent but looked really concerned now.

“Really? Nothing about me, I am that uninteresting?” He joked. But when he saw my worried face he said:
“What do you remember then?”

“It is 2010 now isn’t it?”
“Yes it is”

“Then not much. The last thing I remember I was going to a party in New York, and that 1997. Can I really forget about my whole life, just like that, for 13 years?”

“That I don’t know. Are you sure that you do not remember anything else. Do you remember your name?”

For the first time I smiled a bit. That I did know for sure.

“My name is Catherine Dobson”
The blue-eyed man suddenly looked very sad.
“I am very sorry to say this, but it’s not.”