Fall In Love With A Feline

Chapter 19

**Abigail's POV**

The door swung open and as soon as Lisa steps inside, she gasped and instantly stopped on her tracks before her brows furrowed tightly in confusion, "What's that on your head?" She asked Abey before proceeding to step inside the room and kept that confused expression.

Abey immediately pulled the fish stuffie off her head but she immediately noticed me behind Lisa. I continued to step inside her room while smiles awkwardly wide with those cheeks that suddenly turned rosy, looking like she was caught red-handed.

"It's a stuffed toy... Its name is Orange..." Abey answered and just press the stuffie on her lap out of surprise.

But I was the one caught surprised by her answer that I stopped at the door and just internally try to absorb what she had said.

She just named that fish stuffie Orange?

Is she starting to remember?

"That has a name, huh?" Lisa questioned as she chuckles.

"Sorry, we got hold back. Your uncle called a last-minute meeting so..." Lisa shrugs before continuing, "By the way, Kevin got you something... as usual." Lisa added with a teasing grin in the end while wiggling her eyebrows at Abey who then shyly looks at me.

Lisa always teases us although I know why she's been doing this ever since I filed for a month-long leave -- she enjoys how Abey flushes.

Lisa confronted me about Abigail a few days ago and I admitted I like her friend but asked her to not tell her yet. She's a bit worried that I might be using her friend as a rebound from my last relationship but I assured her that it's not like what she thought. 

I confessed that I felt a deeper connection to Abigail and realized what I had been missing for the past 2 years.

However, I got called to the office because of the trouble in our London site that requires a programmer to fix their software that was hacked. I also need to design a new security software to counter the hackings that frequently happened in that particular site.

My boss says I'm needed to fly to London. soon. When I asked how long, he said it depends on how long it'll take me so I have to cut my leave short. I know how long it takes to design and execute algorithms for software and I may be staying there for a month or two.

I was given a week to fix the documents I needed in order to work there.

However, I promised Abey I'll take her out on a date once she's able to walk.

And by now, she's able to walk again.

What usually took other's months, it only took her 3 weeks to awaken her legs and now, she can fully walk. She's scheduled to get discharged from therapy after a week but that can be made earlier after she's assessed. 

Though the schedule will be right after the date I'm expected to fly to London.

I don't want to leave yet.

I don't want her to remember everything now... I just need her to remember one thing.

I want her to remember her love for me.

She doesn't need to remember every detail from the very first time she licks her paws like a cat to the last moment she closed her eyes as human.

I just want her to fall for me, again.

I then opened the cake box I brought at the usual pastry shop I always bought treats from.

"What flavor is it?" She asked while Lisa kept grinning. I just smiled in response because I wanted to see if I'll get any reaction since the past week, whenever I brought something or say something that I think would remind her of the past, she would look at me in a bewildered, surprised gaze in the briefest moment, then, she would just smile sweetly but awkwardly as if she's brushing the sudden thoughts in her mind.

I couldn't confirm whether what I'm trying to do is working because she's difficult to read. And it's not like I have a lot of experience with these kinds of stuff.

But what had surprised me the most all throughout is that she named that bed-turned-toy-- Orange.

I know it's literally orange but, am I wrong to think that she can somehow recall things? And she held it with her every day. 

I took out the similar cake I had brought for her birthday the day before she changed to a human. I thought this will be my last attempt to remind her.

"Ooh... that looks yummy," Lisa cheered before standing up to get a knife and plates.

When I looked at Abey, she was just staring at the cake blankly at the cake.

"Abey..." I called muttering but she just stared at it for a while more until she blinked and quickly pulled Orange's mouth over her head again and hid.

"Y-you don't like it?" I asked, stammering and surprised by her reaction. I wasn't expecting her to react like that at all, especially when she hid her face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lisa asked, brows furrowed, keeping that teasing grin.

"Why did you buy a whole chocolate cake?" Abey asked, voice soft but is cracking as if a lump grew inside her throat.

"I just thought you'd like it. If you don't then... I'm... uh..." I trailed off, not really knowing what to do with it if she really indeed does not like it.

Lisa then became serious with her friend's sudden reaction as she sits on her bedside, "Hey, Abey... you okay?"

She nodded in response, "Sorry, I'm being weird all of a sudden." She was obviously crying by the sound of her voice which was proven when it followed soft sniffles.

Lisa then chuckles, "Are you happy with the cake?"

She nods in response again with a few more sniffles before she decided to slowly lift the bed-turned-stuffie-turned-head accessory but then, hid her face once again behind her hands.

Her parents then came and after a few chit chats, Lisa decided to leave and as usual, I'm gonna be the one staying behind but as for today, Abey's dad allowed me to stay and accompany her for the whole night.

Her parents would always arrive in the evening to watch over her. But today, he allowed me to stay the night since her mother apparently feels feverish.

I walked with Lisa and Abey's parents and waited for them to get a cab. After they left, I went back to Abey's room immediately.

But as soon as push the door open, she was standing right behind it and immediately gasped as soon as she saw me on the other side. Both her fists were curled into a ball on her sides as if resisting to do something. She just looks up at me and bit her lower lip before losing it for a smile.

I was kind of expecting something when I found her standing there.

Like she was supposed to jump at me for a hug after making her wait.

It's what she always does.

"Kevin, if you want to rest, you can go home. I know you had a long day today." She stated while helping me in securing the leftover food we had for dinner with her family.

"Abey, seriously..." I said, looking at her with a soft smile.

"You know, I can walk now so, I'm fine already." She pouted.

"Alright... I'll leave." I sighed without another word. After I finish securing everything and walk towards my bag.

She suddenly approached me, looking weary and was hesitating to say something at first. But then, she suddenly chuckles softly, "I was kidding.... are you really leaving?"

It got me so confused that my brows furrowed tightly. Until I realized that she still must be shy with me. 

"How many times have you asked me to go home, really? Why do you I have to repeat myself as to why I'm here. What do you really want me to do? Stay here or go?" I fired away questions out of my earlier confusion.

I can't always guess what she thinks. 

She then sighed out loud as she dragged her feet towards the bed and sat there looking defeated with her shoulders slumped, "Kevin makes me feel weird."

I followed her but stopped on my tracks when she uttered those words. "I-is that so?" I was kinda taken aback again by her answer. The last thing I want to do is make her feel uncomfortable around me.

"Don't get me wrong. It's not weird weird but weird in a sense that it's totally confusing me on things that I feel like things already happened before and it's so familiar yet, I only met you just a couple of weeks ago. The accident feels like it happened just yesterday but I have this other feeling like I've known you for so long now." She stated lower lip curling into a pout.

"I don't make sense, do I?" She asked followed by a sigh.

"What if I say you do..." I answered and quickly look up at me.

"You're doing things for me on purpose, aren't you? You're intentionally making me feel weird." She accused to which I nodded in response.

"This weird feeling you're getting... what is it exactly?" I asked, looking intently at her as she looks back at me in the same manner.

"You're so familiar, Kevin... Before the accident, when I met you at uncle's office, I didn't feel like this... after I woke up from the coma, I started having these weird feeling..." She stated and continues, "...like the chocolate cake... you've brought cakes before but not a chocolate cake. And that cake is so familiar... Is it your birthday?" Tears started welling up on her eyes as she asked, looking intently in my eyes.

"No..."I shook my head, hoping that somehow, she's remembering me. I'm not asking for her to remember everything. But this just confirms it. She thought it's my birthday just because I chose to bring a chocolate cake. 

You don't need to remember everything... 

Just the love, please?

She then asks a follow-up question, "Then why was I feeling the urge to greet you a happy birthday? Why do I get the feeling that your birthday is always sad?..."

"Because it was my birthday when you first ate a chocolate cake," I revealed.

"How's that possible when I have eaten a chocolate cake when I was younger... I haven't met you then... but why does your story sound real? Like it really happened?" She then scratches her left eye with the back of her hand before completely hiding her face behind her hands once again.

"You have a lot of questions even though you haven't answered mine yet..." I mutter as I gently sit beside her. Suddenly, she leaned on to me. I couldn't help myself from pulling her by the waist, closer to me until I was embracing her while she cries softly.

"I have something to tell you..." I started. As soon as she collected herself, she looked up to me while remaining in my arms.

"Your uncle wants me to fix some things in New York." I pursed my lips and sighed.

"What? Why? For how long? When are you leaving?" She asked, looking surprised despite the teras that still lingers in her eyes.

"To fix some trouble. I don't know how long... as soon as everything's secured I guess, I'll be leaving by next week." I answered.

"B-but... our date? We haven't really... dated out yet. You still owe me a date..." she pouts adorably.

"I know. Guess we'll do it after I came back."

"But if I speak to uncle and ask him to send someone else, surly he'll---"

"No one can do it but me. I told him I'm not great in talking to people especially those I'm not familiar with as an excuse but he said he'll find me a guide. So, I'm not in the position to decline."

"But... but... Kevin... you said you'll... you'll..." she began to tear up again.

"That's not what I'm really going to tell you," I added with a chuckle, wiping the tear that fell onto her cheek.

"I love you," I muttered, looking straight in her eyes. "That's the reason why I stayed beside you despite not really knowing a lot about you. I love you, Abey..."

She then look up to me again and let out a soft gasp while staring at me.

This was the longest loving stare she gave me and I could feel right this moment that she knows her feelings. I hope she does because I don't want to leave without hearing her say she loves me.

Then, she breathes in deep and says, "I love you too... so much... I don't know why but I feel like I've been in love with you for so long now."

The moment I heard those words, my heart could leap out my chest right this moment. But, I had to ask... I had to make sure she knows why she feel like this for someone she just met.

I don't want to just take the opportunity just because she feels that love instantly because of the past that's been erased from her memory.

She said it herself, she felt weird and she doesn't know why she feels like this for me. I don't want to leave her question unanswered, "You love me too? Why?" I asked.

She then looked confused as to why I have questioned her response. 

I knew she had somehow remembered me.

But if leave her without any answers, I'm afraid that she would just dismiss those feelings.