Loathing the Idea of Matrimony

Prologue "You may now kiss the-" "ahhhh" 'The light from the car's blinding!' "That's the reason why I hate you!" "Let me go!" "Stop chasing me!" "Troublemaker!" "Who are you?" Who’s dead? Blood! The collection of memories with faded images attacked my brain at once, it's extremely unbearable. I thought I couldn't get away, yet I’m here, catching my breath and wondering what connections are of my dreams that seemed so real to my life before my accident. I get up and head my mini fridge inside my room with the help of the lampshades beam. This happens to me most of the time. I woke up because of a dream around 3 am, drinking my iced coffee that I prepared before bed and sat at a certain corner of my room while listening to instrumental music that'd calm the storm inside my head until my alarm would ring at 4 am, then, I’ll rest a bit again to be prepared for another day. "Dane? Hija?" It’s mom? The sunrays hit me right on my face and there, I realized that I had overslept. "Good morning, mommy! Uh, it was a good sleep." Mommy Sheryl was smiling in front of me, then she turned my lampshade off and replied, "good morning! Glad to hear that and to see a smile on your face. Anyway, Tristan's already here!" "Oh! Crap! We volunteered for the medical mission at the gym later." I responded and got up quickly. "Dane? We're going to be late!" Tristan yelled from downstairs with impatience in his voice. "One moment, Mr. meow!" I yelled back, grabbed my shoes and run downstairs like a kid. "You're running like a horse! Watch your ste--- geez! I told you to watch your steps!" "You didn't finish your sentence, silly! Still, thanks for catching me." I fired back and laughed. I stumbled before I could reach the last step and, luckily, he was standing just right down below like a prince who's waiting for his princess in her new gown. "Anytime!" he replied and picked my shoes on the floor. "Dane, Tristan... Come join us." Mommy invited us for breakfast. I just nodded for my response while Tristan said that he ate before he got here, but I pulled him to the table and ended up eating... he made me laugh. We reached the town's gym smoothly. Tristan drives...I don't know, but I’m scared to drive anymore. I feel like I have a death wish if I do. Tristan's a cool architect, yet he's the one who drives for me if possible. He has that sweet soul. "Just head there first, I'll just go to park the car." “Yosh! Bye, Mr. Meow," I said and laughed as I got out of the car. It’s funny that I call him Mr. meow just because he loves cats. "Hi! Ms. Antoinette," "You're just in time. Where's Tristan? Here's your ID and his." "Thanks! I'll get inside now." Dane Volunteer I read my ID. This simple thing makes me happy because this might help me restore my memories. "Yo! Here comes the best artist in town. Hi! Gorgeous," Imari waved at me while arranging the monoblocks. "Don't spoil me!" I chuckled and head directly at the stage and talked to the head organizer, Mr. Steven to follow up instructions. He assigned me to the screening area for the pneumonia vaccination. The disease is really dangerous at the moment and the number of patients is rapidly increasing. It's cold here in Alcanta and maybe due to that people’s immune systems get weak and easily affected. "Dane, here is the screening form." Steven handed me the form before I could proceed to my table along with other volunteers assigned for screening. "Dane!" "Tristan, what?" "I miss you!" "Silly!" "Aish! It’s just that I’m assigned to facilitate patients, so they won't be bored by just looking at my handsome face." "Did you use foundation? What a thick face!" "Dane, I won't work by your side," he sadly utter like a child. "So?" "I’m away from you" "Just go there already! Here's your ID. Meoooow~" "Aww! You're my cutest pet. Alright, you already made my day, and before I forget, here's your water. Bye!" He said happily and handed me the bottle of water and left. Suddenly, there was a commotion, but I just stay still in my corner and read the form, then answer it like I was asked. "Gosh! He is really handsome." "That word isn't the best to describe his looks. He's a god from the underworld." I heard them and that made me curious and look at the entrance. "Who's he?" I asked Tinay who was stopping the urge to yell like other girls do on seeing the man who had just arrived. "Bissh! He is a doctor, don't you know? Dr. Rafa Edward Bosch. Kyaaahhhh~" Is he famous? He seems familiar to me. "R-rafa?" "I don't like that." "This song's for you!" "Why are you so grumpy?" "a-ahh!" I grunt. Something triggers those voices inside my head and again with a blurry collection of images. I left my table and went to the restroom. I suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. "Dr. Rafa Edward Bosch." I utter while looking at the wide mirror on the wall. It seems like I heard that name before. Who's he...in my past? Maybe someone I know has a name like him. I wash my face to cool me down and grab my phone out to message Tristan. "Tan, I think I’m sick." I sent it before my path crossed to him, to the doctor. I swiftly look at the floor while walking and fake a cough. "Miss, that's not the right way to cover your mouth when you coughi--- a-aah! Y-you're..." his expression suddenly change, he was pissed and curious, "D-dane?" he read my ID. His eyes got teary and forcedly bit his lips while looking at me. Then his ears turns red and now he's gritting his teeth. Is he sick as well? "A-ah! I'm sorry, doctor, for my actions. I-if that upsets you, I’m really sorry." "T-that's not about it. Do you know me?" his brows furrowed while waiting for my response. "Yes, you’re Dr. Rafa Edward Bosch. My co-volunteer told me." "So, told by a co-volunteer. The Dane I know was impudent!" he whispered the last part. "Excuse me? I somehow heard you," then he just looked at me with his pleading gaze and I noticed his sterling sea-green eyes. How lovely they are and seem going to drown you just by looking at it. "Dane!" Tristan came, oh! Just on time to rescue. "Are you okay? You told me that you were feeling sick." “Tristan, I felt dizzy earlier and nauseous, but I’m fine now," then I turned my gaze at the doctor before he left and before a thud broke my heart. Why am I feeling this way? "Are you sure that you're okay now?" "I am now, Tristan. Let's go back to our job." he held my hands, and we went together. He's so sweet. This is one of the reasons why I love him; he's caring and thoughtful. I’m searching for someone I might know, but I can't remember. It’s way too hard. The program began, and I couldn't help staring at him, doc Rafa. "Why does he look so familiar?" I utter without knowing that someone was waiting for the screening and the woman in front of me planted a gaze upon me with curiosity. "Miss Dane, have a break. Here are your snacks," she's smiling. "Thanks Lhea." I search for Tristan in the crowd and unintentionally lay my gaze on Dr. Rafa and he were looking at me. I smiled, yet he turned his gaze away like he was annoyed or mad. "You remember something?" Tristan asked me while we were eating. "I remember a song, but my mind just can’t tell me what it was all about, but my heart knows." "It's fine, you'll remember it eventually. How about we play music while eating?" he suggested. "It’s loud here, we'll sound trip later while we're going home." I responded and excused myself to the comfort room. I don't know why I’m sulking. Why won't my mind allow me to remember something that my heart’s trying to reminisce? I just lock myself inside the cubicle while I’m trying to calm my wild heartbeat. "I heard that the doctor assigned to this medical mission had a wife." I’m not eavesdropping. "Why had?" "She’s dead, maybe!" "So, he's a handsome widow." "We still have a chance." "Silly, I saw his ring earlier!" "So?" I heard from the girls outside while I'm like a girl in high school, a bully that was trying to run away from bullies and to do so, I stopped myself from making any noise to get away from them, from the harm. He was married...and why do I get so nervous every time I look at him, especially at his eyes? Ugh! I cover my face out of frustration and suddenly felt pain in my face as I put pressure on my fingers and, for a while, I noticed the ring on my ring finger. Where did I buy this? All I know is that I’m wearing this since I got my new memories. I’m distracted by a ringtone; it's Tristan who's calling. "Hi, Mr. meow!" I said with energy, so he wouldn't sense any ill-feelings, "what takes you so long?" he worriedly asked. "I have a bad stomach, but I’m heading out now." I responded and end the call immediately. Also, head out hurriedly. "Miss me?" I blurted out. “Sort of, anyway, I’ll leave first. I have an urgent meeting to attend, but I’ll go back later to fetch you. Okay?" "Huh? Well, okay! Just make sure that you come back later or else you're dead, Tristan!" "Don’t scare me like that," he said and sweetly chuckled. Ugh! That man! How can I hate that jerk? "Dr. Rafa are you going to stay here?" One of the volunteers asked while making a cute face in front of the doctor. I can’t blame her because that guy is attractive. "I see some good spots here, so, maybe I’ll stay for a couple of days." he replied. He’s like R--- W-what? What am I trying to say? Why I see someone inside my head... but his looks are fuzzy. Maybe I have done a lot of bad things before and this is a curse to me. I went back to my table, but all the work was done. I ended up feeling sleepy while searching for something on my phone. "Ha! Why am I doing this?" I forget that I’m not alone. "I’m sorry!" I utter with an embarrassment in my tone because few of them looked at me with curiosity. Why am I searching for him on facegram? Well, since I found his profile already, what's the point of canceling it? 'There’s a ring and a magnifying glass? Does it mean searching?' I look at him, he's still busy, but I don't see him sweating. There’s an empty tumbler on his table along with a pile of papers and some medical stuff. Why do I have to notice those? Like how neat he is, organized and undeniably handsome. "Humans don't melt, right?" "Geez! You startled me, Ashley!" a registered nurse from this place, Ashley. She’s one of those who helped me with my recovery too. She's so kind. "Isn’t he handsome?" she replied instead, "…his wristwatch is a Rolex." I smiled. "Oh? How did you know? Are you planning to steal it?" she teasingly said. "Are you suggesting me do it?" "Are you changing the topic?" she responded and laughed at me. "You’re crazy! Just go back to your job, or you can't come to my studio and get a discount. "I’m just kidding! Bye, silly girl."