Blurred Memories by Anna Koval

- Melany? Is… is it you?

- Have we met?
- Erm.. yes, I am Nate. Nate Roadster.
- Sorry…
- You.. You don`t remember me?!
- No, I don`t and, man, stop shouting please.
- I`m just… never mind, I have to go, sorry for disturbing.
- No, please, stop. Two years ago after a terrible car accident, I`ve lost a part of my memories. Due to continuous therapy I`ve restored most of them, but some pieces are still missing. Tell me please a little about yourself, how and where we met, you`ll help me a lot. Please, take a seat at my table, I`ll pay for your coffee or whatever you want. Do you have five minutes?
- I am not sure that it is a good idea dredge up our past.
- Our past? You mean…
- Yes, I mean, that we were in love, or at least I were, but you`ve chosen him. And now I have my present and future, my wife. I am happy.. I`m trying to be. You know, no matter how it sounds, but you are lucky to have this memories washed away. For three years I futile tried to forgive and forget everything, and now you are again here, asking me to tell you our story, and I`m..
- For what are you hating me?! Whom I chose?
- Your husband, that once used to be my friend, say hello to him from me. Better ask him about me, you`ll hear an entertaining story.
- My husband died in that car accident, and… Oh my God, no way..
- What?
- An evening before that fatal day, he as felt, that something horrible is going to happen and wrote a strange letter, he asked me to forgive him for everything he had done, and in case of his death stay close to Kate. For two years I`ve tried to solve a riddle who is that mystic Kate. But now it makes sense, as a doctor he always had a terrible handwriting. It was not about Kate. It was about you, Nate.