Aiden.

I walk into the office to see that Shyla hasn't arrived yet.

The other girl was here.

What was her name?

"Good morning Mr. Martin." she said.

I glanced to see if she had a name tag.

Ah! Vanessa!

"Good morning Vanessa. Where is Shyla?"

"She's upstairs with Paul and Mike."

What were the three of them up to?

I thanked her and went upstairs.
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I walked towards the door and heard them discussing something.

Shyla was saying something, but I couldn't hear her.

"We don't know for sure. I think we should call her here, just to be sure." said Mike.

What on Earth were they talking about?

I walked in

"Just to be sure about what?" I asked.

They turned to face me.

"Oh shit." said Mike.

"What were you guys discussing?" I asked.

"Nothing of importance." said Paul.

"I should go downstairs, poor Vanessa is all alone." said Shyla.

Before I could say anything to her, she walked past me and rushed downstairs.

Now I know they were discussing me.

"I have some stuff to file." said Paul.

"Bullshit, you did those two weeks ago. Now will you two tell me what's going on?"

"No." said Mike.

"And why not?" I asked.

"Because if we wanted you to know, we would've waited until you arrived and then say everything to your face." he answered.

I groaned.

"I swear you three better not be planning any shit for me or I will..."

"...be left with no friends." finished Paul.

"What's with the hostility?" I asked, raising my hands in silent surrender.

"It's not about hostility! It's about you bitching on everybody! So you lost the love of your life, big fucking deal! Life goes on!"

"I have moved on." I said.

"Bullshit! I spoke to the guard. You left here 6 in the morning Aiden! You're practically killing yourself everyday!" yelled Mike.

I sat down.

"What the hell has gotten into you two?"

"I'm fed up of this. You keep destroying yourself and we're not allowed to say anything. Either you get your act together, or I'm quitting."

With that, Paul walked out of the office and Mike followed.

I sighed in defeat.

How could I forget her?

None of them would ever understand how much it hurt to know that she didn't remember me.

Then again, I was the cause for her state.

If I hadn't entered her life, she'd have all of her memories.

I was the one who kidnapped her.

I was the one who made her cry on so many occasions.

My ex shot her.

Maybe it was best she didn't remember me.

All I ever did to the people I cared for was have a big target on them.
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They days flew by and it was Friday.

My day was same old, same old.

Presentations, meetings, women flirting with me etc.

It's as if the days went by slowly without her.

I decided to take Paul and Mike's advice and go home to get some rest when I felt dizzy and collapsed in my office.
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Clara.

Today was same old, same old.

More patients, more woes to hear.

Sometimes I felt really sorry for these people.

If they didn't make some simple mistakes, they would not have been so miserable.

Then again, therapists wouldn't be needed.

Today was Friday and it amazed me how fast the days went by.

Tuesday I got an offer to help this patient.

They said his name was Aiden Martin.

Usual problem, workaholic.

He also had more problems.

I was gonna refuse, but if I helped this man I could earn quite a reputation.

So I agreed and the plan was that I would be there next week.

James and I had been going out for the past few days and everyday was an adventure.

Tuesday, we went to a dance class.

Wednesday, we went to the bar and did karaoke.

Yesterday, I learned to shoot.

Let's just say that was a strange incident.

One time, I was firing a gun, another I saw something.

It was a woman and she shot me.

I collapsed to the ground and James drove me home.

When I told Aaron what happened, he seemed to be lost in thought.

Mel excused herself, but when I went to her, she was crying.

Which led me to wonder if I was shot.

Because I did wake up in the hospital two years ago and nobody told me anything.

Somehow, I felt empty inside everyday.

Like I was missing something.

I shook my head.

I had everything.

I had Dad, Mel, Aaron and Nathan.

And Pam, even though she's a trying woman.

So why did I still feel incomplete?

"Hey beautiful."

I looked up to see James in my office shirtless.

"Oh for the love of God put a shirt on!" I yelled, covering my eyes.

"It's hot outside," he complained, "thought I'd come in here to cool off."

I blushed.

Damn me!

"James I have work to do so if you'd kindly exit my office-"

Before I could say anything more, I was being slung over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I yelled.

Then the strangest thing happened, I saw something.

"Put me down!" I screamed.

"Uh uh! You are not gonna ride in any taxi and you got me."

"I just want pizza!"

"And I want you near me!"

The scene changed and I was staring into the most enchanting green eyes.

Then I opened my eyes and the room began to spin.

"Clara?" said James.

He was shouting something, but I couldn't hear him.

He put me down and I collapsed on the floor.
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