After the initial excitement at my recent memory, everything calmed down and I decided to text Sammy and tell him the good news.

Rowen: Hey!! You!!!

Sammy: hey!! What?!!

Rowen: meet me at that little cafe right outside the hotel!!! I have something huge to tell you!!! Go now!!!

Sammy: already there

Two minutes later I was bouncing outside the cafe as Sammy walked up to me. "Now what's got you so-" he was cut off as I grabbed him in a hug, "I got a memory!! I'm remembering!!" He shoved me off him with a terrified look on his face. "What? You never told me anything about not remembering something." I faltered, realizing I never had told him what happened. "I was in an accident four years ago and my parents died but now apparently they're not actually my real parents and I was in a coma for for years and now I'm remembering!" I expected him to be ok now that I had explained but he was backing away, "no no no you can't be one of them. They all died." "Sammy what the hell are you talking about?" He looked me in the eye for the first time since he'd got here. "Do you remember who crashed that car and killed your parents? Do you remember who waited for three years for the sole survivor to wake up? Do you know who fought the hardest to keep them from unplugging you? Other than Emma and Jackson?" The truth hit me like a freight train. "You." I whispered. "See that's why I can't be around you. You're so sweet and alive and I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want you to be the girl who I thought I killed. Not the girl that I really like. You can't be her. That other girl, she was so frail and dead. You have an energy, like you're always so happy and alive. No." He turned and ran. I stood there for two seconds processing what he'd just told me. Then I shot off after him. I was a faster runner and I caught up with him outside a small deserted park. "Sammy wait! I don't hate you!" He stopped and faced me. I bent over, panting from running, as I spoke between gasps. "I don't a hate you." I repeated, "I thought that when I found whoever killed my parents I would hate them for all eternity, but I realize that it's you...and you...you're amazing. What happened was an accident and you don't have to tell me why it happened because we're the same age and you would've been ten years old but I don't hate you I really like you too." He stared at me.
Shoot there's no wifi on the plane
"You...you're...what?" I laughed at his confused face. "I said, I don't hate you. I like you. A lot." "You really-you really like me?" I laughed again, "yes of course I like you!" "But like, as more than a friend?" He asked quietly. I responded to that question by leaning forwards and kissing him. "So I'll take that as a yes?" I laughed and answered by kissing him again.