We'll always have Paris

I sprinted out of the theater. I had to find my mom before she left town for good. I couldn’t remember where she lived. I couldn’t remember her phone number. If I didn’t stop her before she left, I could never make up for the time lost between us. I headed towards the end of the street and went straight for the hospital. Maybe she hadn’t left, or maybe the doctor could help me find her. If the doctor got past the fact that I ran away... It wouldn’t matter. Nothing would get in my way. I rounded the corner and nearly ran into another girl. Something was bothering her, as I nearly knocked her over and she just passed by without so much as a glance. I watched as she headed towards the apartments deep in thought. I came to realizing my purpose and turned. Again, I nearly ran into another person. He looked every bit determined and enraged. Yet another passing without acknowledgement. I can’t imagine how I ever got along in such a place...

Without many other distractions, I finally made it to the hospital.
“Doctor, quick is that woma... my mom still here?”
“Oh there you are! You know, it’s not good for a patient to go running off mid-treatment.”
“Okay, whatever, I know. Please, my mom?”
“She left after you ran away.”
“Do you know where she was heading?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch her life story.”
“Well look, I’m sorry I ran away, but I’m a little bit confused right now. I can’t remember most things, but I do know I need to find her.”
“...I’m sorry I really don’t know.”

The tears just wouldn’t stop coming. I failed my father, and now my mom would forever think I hated her. I didn’t even know how bad I had treated her. All my plans of using this amnesia and starting anew completely went down the drain. Now I was stuck in this stupid town with no recollection of where a live for a start. I headed back for the theater, the only home I apparently had left. Sirens blazed by as I went back across the street. People were crowding around the apartment building as police ran inside. Here I was feeling sorry for myself, when someone in that very building was seemingly having a much worse day than I. I couldn’t go on like this. I had to get over it. I missed my chance, but I could learn for the future. Forgive and forget. I had to from now on.

I opened the doors to the theater and realized I heard a tv on in one of the nearby rooms. I had forgotten to lock the doors... I creeped up to the room and slowly opened the door. The person in front of the tv was facing away. I took another step when the person jumped up and turned around.
“Heather!! I scared the heck out of me! I was so worried about you. I had no idea where you were, so I came here. I thought since your father loved movies so much, maybe you were here.. but then I heard about a murder! There was a murder, and you were out there all alone with no memory of anything. What if it had been you? What was I to do! If you had been killed or anyth..”
“Mom.. It’s okay. I remember enough now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I treated you before. Although I can’t remember it, I know it can’t have been good. I understand everything now. I don’t want us to be separated anymore.”
Tears came into her eyes.
“I... I never thought I would hear you say that... I’ve missed you so much... I’m sorry I left...”
Tears came into my eyes.
“It’s all my fault not yours. Can you forgive me?”
“No.”
“Oh... well...”
“No, there’s nothing for me to forgive. We both messed up and that’s that. It’s in the past. I love you. I always have.”
“I love you too mom.”
“Now what do you say we get out of this crazy town of murderers and depressed people as soon as possible?”
“I’d be up for that. This town is full of people feeling sorry for themselves. I don’t want to do that anymore. How can anyone feel sorry for themselves, when there’s a family out there dealing with a death? That’s much worse than anything I can be dealing with. I don’t know why I ever came here.”
“Let’s go sweetheart. Here’s the start of a new life for us both, no, here’s the start of a new adventure. Here’s looking at you kid.”