One Night Stand, Then My Mate

Three Months Later

It’s been three months and Miles is still showing no signs of improvement. I see him every day and even on my off days. When I’m working, I make it a point to see him every hour on the hour. I talk to him, but i never get a response.

I’ve searched high and low for anything that could regard any information about him or his life here in Skylight River, and I’ve got nothing. Not an ounce of information. I don’t even know his birthday. It could be today or tomorrow. I guess it doesn’t matter because when he wakes up. If he wakes up. He won’t remember anything he missed. I guess that’s another reason for me seeing him everyday.

As the days go by i fall more and more in love with him. I fall in love with a man i don’t even know. A man I’ve only spent a few weeks with before his accident. I want to know more about him. I want to know everything about him. I know that he isn’t completely human. I know that he’s got a whole different side of him. But i want to understand it.

I want to know him to his full potential. Susan thinks I’m crazy for seeing him everyday and for not allowing myself to move on, but i just can’t. I don’t want to anyway. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve had other boyfriends, sure, but none of them even compare to Miles. Not even in the slightest bit.

I finally brought up the courage to call my sister, whom I haven’t spoken much to in the last few months since our mother had passed. We haven’t really had time to talk. Her name is Nathalie, she’s 3 years younger than me. We’ve always been inseparable until my mother passed from the evils of cancer. These are some of the things I would’ve liked to share with Miles. Although, I do share them with him, I’m just not sure he can hear me. I like to think he can.

I called Nathalie and told her everything. Every little detail about what’s happened within the last four months. I told her everything I knew about Miles and our relationship. Is it even a relationship? I told her about how I’ve found myself madly in love with a man I know so little about. She did what any sister would do. She was there for me. She listened. I think sisters are far more important than the credit given to them. I don’t know how i lasted this long without speaking to her. I wish she was here.

I asked her to meet him when he was fully recovered, if that day ever comes. She obviously accepted and it made my day. Thoughts like these made my days better knowing that that day could come. That Miles could wake up. That we could have a happily ever after. Even though I knew that it couldn’t be as practical as that knowing that his pack would murder him. And here comes the tears.

I’m at a loss on what to do. I don’t know what i can do to figure anything else out about. I have so many questions and so do his doctors as far as figuring out who he is, and i can imagine that they feel the same way about me. Because who am I to see him every day, kiss the top of his head, cry on his shoulder, get down on my knees and pray for a man i barely know. I’m sure they pity me.

My relationship with God has grown stronger. I talk to him every day, only about Miles. Only asking for him to awake from his slumber and for me to be there when he does. I’ve spent some nights sleeping on the couch next to his hospital bed. Hoping that today will be the day that he opens his eyes. I’m full of hope. As a doctor, I’ve seen some miraculous things. I’m just hoping that he becomes one of those cases.

I’ve been to Vintage Point to gain answers, and the shop was locked up without any signs of life inside. No one has been here in months it looks like. No other numbers on the sticker on the window other than his. I’ve went by there multiple times in hopes of finding someone there who might could answer even one question of my hundreds. But nothing.

The doctors say his brain just needs time to heal. His hair is growing back from the part that was shaved during his surgery and his incision is healing perfectly. This is all a waiting game and I’m tired of waiting. My hands sweat from the anxiety built up inside of my mind, body, and soul. I don’t know how much longer I can wait for him, but i continue anyway.

Someone once told me that when you love someone it means you don’t stop choosing them. Everyday you wake up and choose them. That’s what I’ve done every day since his accident. I have so many things I want to say to him and him to hear. I saved the life of a two year old little girl the other day and the way that it made my heart full with joy was unlike anything I’ve felt before. Seeing her body regain life, made me feel special and needed. I wanted to share that moment with him. I wanted to run to him and tell him about how she’ll get to experience many birthdays and Christmas’s to come. Instead, i went to his room and cried because i couldn’t.

I want to know him, i want to feel his touch upon my skin, to hear his voice, his laughter. I want him back. The way that it feels the same as when I lost my mother, is heart-wenching. I cry out to both of them when i go home at night. I miss them both terribly. And all I have is my memories with them, but I think this way is a little different from when i lost my mom.

When i lost my mom, I knew she was leaving us. I knew that she had a ticking time bomb living inside of her. That her days were counting down. But as for Miles, this all happened unexpectedly. We had plans that night. Although, he’s still here and breathing and he could possibly wake up, it still feels as if he’s gone.

His brain is completely active, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t sigh or cough or sneeze. He just lays there with his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down from the air that enters and leaves his lungs.

Some days I’m completely miserable and when I look into the mirror I begin to hate myself for falling for him. I hate that I allowed him into my life, but then I remember how completely lonely he would be without me. No one has visited him other than me. No one has filled out a missing persons report. Nothing. He has no one except me.

A woman who knows nothing about him other than what he kisses like, how he makes love, what color his eyes are, how he tastes, and that he’s a damn werewolf who owns a motorcycle shop. I know nothing of his friends, if he even has any or anything of his heritage. Just a woman, who fell completely in love with his words, his kiss, and his actions. How could a man with filled with so much uniqueness have no one other than me? It makes no sense.