Pieces of You (Missing Pieces, #1)

by N.R. Walker

He tasted it for a long few seconds before he swallowed. But then he hummed and closed his eyes, and the left corner of his mouth ever so slowly lifted upward. I could have just about burst with happiness. I wanted to weep from the force of it. Such a small step. A tiny, tiny step. But, oh my God, it was worth it.

I’ll be with you, however you need me. I don’t expect anything from you. I just want you to be happy and healthy. That’s all.”

I’d take anything he could give me, and if that was a slight quirk of his lips, I’d gladly take it.

“He watches the door for you, you know.” “He does?” Was I smiling? Or was my face as stunned as I was?

I did put my hand to his face this time. I couldn’t help it. “You remembered something. Jussy, you remembered something.” His eyes began to swim. “I remembered something.”

When just a glance from him was enough to make my belly flip. When his smile and his laugh wrapped themselves around my heart. It was just like that, though somehow maybe, possibly, even better. I valued it now, like truly knew how much that was worth, and I’d never take it for granted again.

“The only constant thing in my life since I woke up . . . is you.”

“It’s all I want. Just something. I don’t care about the goddamn fridge. I want memories of you,”

“And I want to feel what goes with it. That’s the hardest part. It’s not just losing the memories. I lost the feelings as well, and I want that back.”

“My heart remembers you.”

And my beacon to him, my warmth and safety, had been right in front of me the whole time.

I didn’t know what or where home was, except those wings kept coming back to me. They felt familiar when nothing else did. Like home.”