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    Dust – Chapter 4

    Shane shrugs her shoulders.

    “We’re… We’re as one”, she only replies and I nod my head.

    “She didn’t recollect all of her memories. Her jigsaw still has some missing pieces”, she adds after a minute of silence. I rest my back against the kitchen counter and blink my eyelids, silently inviting her to talk on.

    She lets go a long sigh.

    “It’s okay, you know? It doesn’t bother me. Not anymore. I feel lucky to have her still by my side, to know that she still loves me”.

    “She does”.

    “I know. The only thing is….”.

    “What?”.

    Shane shakes her head slowly, biting her lips, looking torn for a moment.

    “…She doesn’t remember our wedding”.

    She shrugs, chuckling bitterly, sheepishly.

    “I showed her the pictures, we watched the video together, I told her anything that happened that night, I tried hard to make her remember but… It didn’t work. She doesn’t remember”.

    “You guys could get married again…”, I suggest nonchalantly, with a lopsided grin, and she chuckles again. Briefly.

    “Yeah…”, she only says under her breath, her eyes caught into something distant and invisible, “…Yeah, maybe when all this mess is over I’ll ask her to marry me again… And if she says yes, I will behave differently”.

    I narrow my eyes, and a clueless expression must be painted all over my face because Shane blushes and looks down immediately.

    “…Well, I… “, she swallows hard, “…Oh fuck… well, I didn’t show up that night. I wanted to go away. I thought it was for the best. Then, thank God, I had second thoughts and I came back after some hours…. Carmen was still waiting for me, alone in the aisle, sitting on a chair and wrapped in a coat”.

    I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head to a side.

    “Wow…”, I murmur with a nervous chuckle, “…That’s truly shitty, Shane”.

    “I know…”, she exhales heavily, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing me one.

    “Thank you”.

    “Did you show up at your wedding?”.

    I laugh.

    “Of course I did”.

    “No second thoughts? No cold feet?”.

    “Nope”.

    “Fuck… I figured out as much, yeah… I’m such a dickhead”.

    I laugh again, I can’t help it. This is the first, genuine laughing in the last days and for a second I forget everything else.

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