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"That"s all you remember?" Mrs. Layla asked.

"Yea…" Regan reluctantly replied.

Mrs. Layla quickly jotted down some notes in her notebook and looked up at Regan again with a smile that had been plastered on her face the whole time.

"So…" Regan muttered staring down Mrs. Layla. Her eyes slowly take in every feature. Where was her weakness?

"Could you grab that cup of coffee on my table please?" Mrs. Layla asked.

"Ok," Regan replied. Oh so that"s what it is.

Regan carefully placed the warn coffee on Mrs. Layla"s desk.

"So," Mrs. Layla began waiting until Regan got to her seat before continuing, "I"m sorry if this may be an inconvenience, but I suggest you should revisit the camping site. Just like how we like to retrace our steps when we forget something, it should work that way again."

Regan softly nodded her head, "I get it."

"Good, it may be better if it"s sometime soon if you want results," Mrs. Layla added.

Regan watched Mrs. Layla pick up the cup and drink the coffee, "Do you mind if we reschedule for sunday? I plan to revisit the place tomorrow so I want to meet you immediately after in case I get my memory back,"

"Sounds like a good plan," Mrs. Layla replied with a smile.

Regan and Bella arrived at the camping site. The s.p.a.ce was as beautiful as Regan remembered it to be and the river still sparkled. The gra.s.s had grown a tad bit taller but the pretty little white stones remained the same.

"Was this the spot?" Bella asked as she took in the site, "It"s beautiful." There is a pause between her words as if she wanted to say something but was restricting herself. But why would someplace as beautiful as here become traumatizing to Regan?

Regan took a deep breath, breathing in the clean air, heavy with flowers and the slight scent of blood. Slowly she bent down and dipped her hand into the waters, moving it back and forth to create waves. So familiar, yet so distant she thought to herself, what was so different about this place now? What was missing?

"Soo," Bella began as she fiddled with a leaf that fell on her hair, "remember anything?"

"Not yet," Regan replied as she examined the ground below her. The gra.s.s was still wet from the light drizzle earlier and the soil was as soft as ever. But… What is that? A tiny rose struck her eyes, it hung on the edge before the river. The stem was a deep green that blended into the petals with pink, but what stuck out to Regan was the soil beneath the rose. Red, dark red. It was a completely different color from the soil near the middle of the soil. Regan reached down to the soil and scooped it up in her hand. Slowly she raised it up to a nose and sniffed. Blood. Immediately she dumped the soil back on the ground and used her feet to press it into the ground to hide it. Her hands shook in fear. Why was there blood there?

"Anything wrong Regan?" Bella asked.

"No, just remembering the conversation I had with Ella before I never saw her again," Regan sighed, "I wish i got to say goodbye, I wish I never got mad at her to begin with. I wish… it never happened."

"Sigh," Bella replied, she walked up to Regan and gave her a hug, "it must hurt. No, it does hurt,"

Regan buried her head in Bella"s shoulder. It hurts so much.

"The last words you had with her probably weren"t the most memorable…" Bella began, "I heard from the therapist that you remembered a bit, how did the conversation end again?"

"She turned away and went into her tent crying over some of the words we had said when we fought," Regan answered as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Oh that must have been," Bella began when tapping my shoulder but then stopped. She pulled me away and looked me in the eye. "That"s funny because when I spoke to the therapist earlier, she said that you couldn"t remember the end of your conversation."

Regan"s eyes lit up, it looked like she started to recall some of the moments, "I don"t know maybe I just started to remember it." Was it the soil colored by blood? Was it that that triggered me? She thought.