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We met in kindergarten. We
were best friends.
She always told me she loved
my eyes. I didn't quite know
why.
I was in love with her, so of
course my face lit up
immensely whenever she said
it.
She was beautiful, kind, and
extremely funny.
We'd be talking about nothing,
and she'd turn to me and
whisper,
"I like your eyes."
One day, I was playing
basketball,
waiting for her to drive over to
my house to have a game with
me.
Suddenly, I got a phone call.
It was her mom. She was in a
panic.
I couldn't quite understand
what she was saying. It
sounded like,
"Aaron, come quick! Kelsey,
accident, Main Street! Blood.
Come now!"
I had no clue what happened,
so I ran to Main Street with my
basketball shorts and a tee
shirt on.
I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly
crying, waiting for the
ambulance to arrive.
I saw a totaled car, blood
everywhere.
Then I saw her, Kelsey.
My heart stopped as I
frantically ran over to her.
"Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was
unconscious. I started crying.
I know it isn't very manly, but I
couldn't help it.
Before I could say anymore, the
medics took her away,
the main source of blood
coming from her head.
I went to the hospital that
night,
I went every night.
in fact, the only time I left was
to go out to eat, but that's it.
The doctors tried getting me to
leave, but I refused.
It was all my fault.
If it wasn't for me, wanting to
play basketball with her,
she wouldn't be going through
this.
It was already four days, and
she hasn't woken up.
On the fifth day, I saw her eyes
gently open.
"Kelsey?" I called.
She wasn't quite awake yet.
Suddenly, doctors came
rushing in, telling me I had to
wait outside.
I did, for a few hours.
One of the doctors finally came
out saying,
"I understand that you're
Kelsey's friend, Aaron?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He bit his lip.
"She woke up, she's fine,
but I'm afraid she has long
term memory loss."
"Are you serious?" I almost
shouted.
"I'm afraid so."
I didn't meet his gaze. I
couldn't.
I wasn't going to say anything,
so he spoke again.
"You can go see her if you want,
but she doesn't remember
anything, not even her mom."
I walked in, trembling in
horror.
I saw her. She looked helpless
as she slept.
I waited a few hours, until I saw
her eyes opening gently again.
I expected doctors to run in,
rushing me out.
Instead, she looked me straight
in the eyes, and whispered,
"I don't know you, but I like
your eyes."