I knew exactly what he was thinking.
West City was an old, rundown neighborhood from decades ago. The place was notorious for its poor environment and terrible safety.
However, it was also the only thing my parents had left me before they passed away.
Jack, with his current amnesia act, wasn’t supposed to know these details. So, he wisely stopped himself from saying it.
I didn’t bother explaining myself to him either. Without another word, I walked out of the hospital room.
As I turned around the corner of the hospital hallway, a girl in a white dress blocked my way.
"Lucy, please don't be mad at Jack. It was me who forced him to go for a ride," Ivy Langley pleaded. Her eyes had turned red. "I didn't know that we would be involved in an accident that caused him to his memory about you …."
"Okay, okay …. Stop your acting. I'm not standing in your way," I said irritably, waving her off before walking around her.
Ivy was a girl Jack saved a few years ago during one of his missions. At the time, Jack mentioned to me how much Ivy reminded him of me, the girl that he had crushed on during high school. According to him, I was a shy, quiet girl, with that intoxicating air of mystery.
However, after all these years, the mystery had worn off. What remained between Jack and me was only boredom and indifference.
I returned to the house where Jack and I had lived together for almost ten years. Not wanting to risk running into him if he sneaked back from the hospital to make trouble for me, I hastily packed a single suitcase. After all, when you died, you could not take anything with you.
Besides, I only had two months to live on this earth.
So, I reckoned this much luggage was enough for me.
"This time, I won’t come back," I murmured to the empty house.
No one replied. No one asked me to stay. And that was fine, at least I wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving.
The old apartment in West City was a bit run-down, but I had it cleaned monthly. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to live, but it would do.
As soon as I made my bed, my phone rang.
"Lucy Goodman, why didn't you come to my office this week?" Dr. Robertson's cheerful and relaxed voice came through the line, without a trace of frustration or anger in it, "I thought you were going to come and I waited for you all afternoon! When we meet, you owe me a coffee for standing me up."