Chapter 50

"Sheila, I don't know from where to start." He began, but he was not stable. "I lost my memory a year ago," He whispered. "Hugh!" Did I hear him clear? "I met an accident and lost my memory. Since then I don't remember anyone or any incident which was related to my life." He blurted out and heaved a heavy sigh. I looked at him like I saw a ghost. The thinking of him getting an accident brought me goosebumps in my stomach. Oh, God! I would have almost lost him. "Ohh!" I responded but said nothing. Should I confront him for not telling me the truth, but why? He has already faced a lot of problems and I don't want to add extra fuel. Losing memory is really a bad thing. I can't even imagine myself lose my memory, it brings me a chill down to my spine. We have a lot of peoples to remember in our life but forgetting all of them and live a life is really considered as hell. "I'm sorry for your loss, Harry." I gave him a small smile but he seemed surprised. Why? Does he expect me to yell at him? But what he did wrong? It's not his fault and he didn't wish one. "And-- my name is Harry John Brooks." He blurted out. Huh! Harry John Brooks. Now I get the point why he asked me about him. "Harry, I know you are not him. If you both are having the same name that doesn't mean you two are the same. And don't compare yourself with him." I assured him but he shook his head. "We are the same person, Sheila." 'We are the same person... We are the same person... We are the same person....' the word was still playing on my mind. "No-- no-- no-- you are kidding, right?" I asked hoping it was one of the pranks he was playing with me, but his eyes held some regret and I get my answer from his silence. No, I don't want to believe this. He is not him, he is my Harry who always wanted to see my happiness, not the immature boy like him. "Why?" I whispered finally finding my own voice. He stood there like a statue not giving my answer. "Why?" This time I yelled at him. "Why did you start a relationship with a lie, Harry?" "Sheila, it's not like that." I wanted to tell you before..." "Before what? Killing me, huh? Don't tell me you have no idea about my affair with you." He looked away and I got the answer. "Well done, Mr. Brooks well done. You did a great job." I clapped my hands. "Sheila." He took a step forward but I stopped him. "Don't!! Otherwise, I will jump down." I looked at the land and gulped down. Who I'm kidding? If I fall I can't even save my bones to bury under the ground. Now thing makes sense. "So the college is also under your control, isn't it?" And again he stayed silent giving me the answer. No wonder why they didn't get a problem when they fight with the college president's son. After all, the college is under their control. "Great!! Everyone fooled me. Did you ever consider my feelings? Of course, you wouldn't. After all, you are a playboy." I pointed a finger at his chest. "You three fooled me." Tears were pooling down through my cheeks and I didn't bother to wipe it away. "You are my life, Sheila. How can I hurt you?" He asked but I glared at him and fisted my hand. At this time I wanted to punch him. "Are you in your right mind? Of course, you are not. You lost your memory, aren't you?" I know I used a harsh word towards him but he deserved it. "Are you sure you hadn't with anyone in your past?" I asked and again he stayed silent. He is not sure about his relationship, my heart ached for him but what he did to me was horrible. I wiped my tears with my bare hands and closed my eyes for a second. "What if you get your memory back?" I asked and he decided to open his mouth. "I will remember you and our love." His reply was like he is sealing a will. "Are you sure, Harry? You may have lost your memory but I have mine in the stable." My voice croaked. "Even though I don't have any idea about your life I can assure you that you are a monster, a real-life monster." I yelled. "Who knows you may get rid of me when you find me boring." I sobbed at the end and ran away not able to stand near him. "Sheila! Wait." I heard him calling my name. "Leave me alone!!" I yelled back and ran further. Thank God! I'm not wearing any heels. "You may slip, be careful." He yelled but who cares. --- My feet felt so sore after the horrible running for one hour. I took a seat on the bench which was across the road, I think it is a bus stop. I have no idea where I am and I left my phone in his car. How naive I am. Everyone knew about them except me. No wonder why I find him familiar in our first encounter, but my brain tricked me to believe he was another person. And Quinn, I didn't expect this from her. She is a cheater, Kevin as well. They all are liars. Even Karl knows about them and now I get the point why he kept talking of his favor. Because he knew what will happen if I came to know the truth. But why do I give him a chance? 'Because you love him.' My inner mind screamed. I don't know how long I stayed here, crying my heart out. After a while, I felt someone's presence beside me but I don't care whether it is a bloody murderer or a robber, because I really am hurt like hell.