Reina's Point of View:

    It's been two weeks since all of the memories have flooded into my head. Two weeks of agonizing torture. Two weeks of trying to hide all of this from Carter and Justin, masking a smile on my face in front of everyone at work only to cry my heart out in the shower once I'm home. You hear about mental health patients all the time and about how they used to be so normal until something fucked them up. Is it bad that I'm starting to understand that now?

    "Reina."

    Jumping from the sound of Carter's voice, I put down the hairbrush in my hand and plaster the fake smile on my face once more. It's not that I'm not happy with Carter, it's just that I'm going through a lot right now. I know that if I explained what happened, he wouldn't understand. He'd think that I'm going to leave him, and then he'd leave me. Two weeks ago when we had that fight in his office he swore up and down that I had cheated on him just because I wanted to be alone for the night. This could be fears of his past, but still. I'm not going to risk the chance of him leaving me.

    "I'm sorry," I finally say. "I've just got a lot on my mind."

    Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me closer to him and almost unties my robe. "Seems it." He whispers in my ear. "Anything that I can do?"

    There's nothing that he can do. The only thing he can do is just do exactly what he's doing and be here for me.

    "No. I'll be fine eventually." I reply softly, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Carter."

    He grasps my hand before I can head back into the bedroom, forcing me to look at him. "Reina, something is wrong. I know you might not want to talk about it right now, but you're not yourself. I don't like seeing you like this."

    "I'll be fine." I groan, leaning in to kiss him again. Before I know it, he picks me up into his arms and carries me to our bed, laying me down gently onto my back.

    "I'm sure there's some way I can make you feel better..." He trails off, his fingertips circling around the fabric of my robe. "I just hope you aren't changing your mind about me."

    "What?" I ask in disbelief. "Carter, why would you think that? I love you. These past six months have been amazing with you."

    "I just feel like there's someone else." He sighs, placing his face into his hands before he angrily runs his fingers through his hair. "I've been trying to shake this feeling off, but I can't. Is it something to do with Justin? Did you start to have feelings for him again?"

    "Carter." I plead, pulling him close to me. "I love you. Okay? I don't know how many more times I have to say that. You are the one I'm with. If I wanted somebody else, then I'd be with them and not you."

    "Alright." He finally says with a shrug of his shoulders. "I trust you Reina. If you say there's nobody else then I'll believe you."

    Why the hell am I feeling a huge pang of guilt? Is it because I just lied to him about having feelings for Justin again? I shouldn't feel bad. I'm not going to act on these feelings that I have, so it shouldn't matter. Telling him the truth would just hurt him, and that's the last thing I want.

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After thinking about the whole situation on the car ride to work, I began to feel worse about how I've been treating Ramsey lately. It's not her fault I lost my memory, and it's not her fault that Justin came into her life. I'm grateful that he found someone with the ability to make him happy again. I at least owe it to her to be nice and apologize.

When Ramsey arrived at my door with my usual cup of espresso she looked terrified. Her eyes were open wide, a huge fake smile on her face, her knees shaking like they'd buckle out at any given second.

I wave her in with my hand and she gently sets the cup of coffee down onto my desk, the both of us surrounded with awkward silence.

"Good morning." She finally says, slimming out her pencil skirt. "Is there anything else that I can get you?"

"Actually..." I start, pondering how I'm going to come about this. "Would you mind if I talked to you for a second?"

    Her face becoming white as a ghost, she meekly nods her head and sits down in the leather chair across from me. I can tell she's nervous because she immediately brings her fingers to her hair and starts to twirl.

"It's not anything bad." I reassure her, causing the twirling to stop. "I actually just wanted to apologize for the way I've acted towards you."

"Oh, it's totally okay." She says. "I know I didn't make the best first impression on you, but I promise that I'm going to work hard every day until you see who I truly am. That was an extremely poor reflection of my character."

"Yeah..." I laugh. "I was honestly more upset with the fact that it was Justin. I've had my fair share of places, so I didn't really care about that. It was more over who it was with."

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"Look," I say, not wanting to discuss the details. "I'm not mad anymore, and that's why I just wanted to talk to you. I'm actually really thankful that you're with him, because I didn't think he'd ever be happy again after how I hurt him. I appreciate you being so nice to me too even though I've been horrible towards you. It means a lot, and I guess I just want to say that I hope we can get off to a new start today."

"Wait..." She trails off, her whole face looking like she's in shock. "You're the girl that lost her memory?"

    I can't find anything to say right now because I'm at a loss for words. I was so sure that Justin told her it was me. I mean, come on, she had to of known that night at the club, right? I mean, why else would I be so rude to her? Did he seriously not tell her it was me she was working with?

"Um..." I clear my throat, unsure of how to respond.

"So is this why he's visiting me to bring me flowers? To make you jealous? That's why he was acting so weird the other day? God, he kept staring at you while you were crying. Wow, I can't believe I'm such an idiot."

"Ramsey, he cares about you..." I try to say, but she shakes her head in disagreement.

"Do you know how long it took me to even get him over you? The nights he spent drinking, and crying, and wanting to end it all? Do you even know how much hurt you caused him?"

"I know." I say. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you should be saying sorry to!" She yells rather loudly. "Here I've been trying to bring you coffee and suck up to you every morning only to find out you're the reason my life was hell the past couple of months. Trying to make him fall in love with me was one of the hardest things I've done."

"I don't know about love," I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Little too ahead of yourself there sweetheart."

"What do you even know about us?" She sneers back, standing up from her chair. "You haven't been a part of any of this until I started working here! Do you think in some sick twisted way he still loves you? After all you've done to him? He stuck up for me in that bathroom at the club for a reason. He told you off for a reason."

"Tell me off? When did he ever tell me off? Because this is news to me. What I recall is him asking me if I was okay and wanting to be there for me until I told him to go to you. I told him to go to you. He didn't choose that."

The tears were rolling onto her cheeks in the matter of seconds, but that didn't phase me one bit. I was willing to bury the hatchet and forget about everything, but she wants to sit here and insult me? I'm sorry, but no. Think again.

"You're such a bitch." She cries. "He could never love you. Look at the way you treat people. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him, and you're nothing but garbage."

"Don't ever question his love for me." I laugh, rolling my eyes again at her attempt to be mean. "You think you're so special, don't you? I gave that man every piece of me. Every ounce of me. You think you mean something because you were a bad girl for a night and fucked in a bathroom stall? We've done that more countless of times, and hundreds of more places. We even fucked in the bathroom stall when I was on a date with a completely different person, so stop while you're ahead. I invented that."

Within seconds she runs out of my office, and in about a minute or so Carter comes in with a puzzled expression. I'm trying my best to calm down, but I'm livid. When it comes to Justin I'm protective as fuck. For anyone to ever say that he doesn't love me hurts me in a way I can't describe.

"What did you say to her?" Carter asks.

"She's just sensitive." I shrug. "Can't take criticism. Kind of annoying actually."

"Well what did you say to her?"

"Nothing," I press, becoming even more irritated. "I've got it under control, alright?"

He sighs in defeat, throwing his hands up into the air before he begins to exit my office. "Alright, Reina." He says. "Whatever."

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