Island Paradise? Memories

A man and a woman wake up separately, seemingly alone on a deserted island with no memory of how they came to be there, no memory of their pasts, but drawn to each other… even though they can’t remember why. And things aren’t quite what they seem…

Part One: Him

Part Two: Her

Part Three: Remembering Rachel

Part Four: Remembering Charles

Part Five: Reunited

Charles smiled at her again, “I feel the same way. I woke up and at some point, your name just came to mind. I felt like I just had to find you. I can’t begin to say why. I don’t know how to explain any of this.”

“Well, I seem to remember things when I stop trying to think about it. Maybe we should just try to rest. I suddenly feel like I could sleep for a week.”

“I feel the same way, although this pool is pretty inviting. I’m covered in salt water and sand. Do you mind if I soak for a bit?” She shook her head and looked away when he started undoing his pants. She didn’t actually feel all that awkward about it, but it seemed like she should, so she looked away until she heard him splash into the water and groan.

Smiling, she asked, “It feels like perfection, doesn’t it?” Charles just nodded. She leaned up against the tree and looked up through the leaves while she listened to him singing to himself quietly. The calm splashing of the water in the pool was soothing. Just knowing that she was no longer alone made an enormous difference. She found her eyes growing heavy and her weary body soon fell asleep.

She didn’t stir much when he came and lay down beside her. His arm naturally slipped around her waist and she took his hand and pulled him closer. They curled up together and fell asleep feeling safe, secure and at home in each other’s arms. The darkness wrapped itself around them as their minds rested and recuperated. Being together was generating a new energy and memories were percolating just there, under the surface… getting ready to bubble to the surface.

The sun was barely over the horizon before the memories started surfacing. Both Rachel and Charles were sound asleep, their memories flickering across their thoughts like a movie on a  screen.

Rachel murmured something in her sleep and Charles automatically pulled her closer, whispering reassurances in her ear.

Rachel was still half asleep when the thought came to her, ‘I really should get up and start breakfast before Charles has to leave for work.’ Immediately followed by an internal groan and ‘I hope his mother doesn’t stop by again today.’ She started to roll away when a branch of leaf poked her in the arm.

The reality jolted her awake and she sat up, confused and yet resigned to the fact that they were still here on this island. ‘There are worse things,’ she thought. ‘At least his mother won’t be stopping by.’ She smiled and shook her head.

Charles felt Rachel sit upright and he tried to pull her back down, “Come back to bed… let’s have a lazy morning.” He was tugging at her clothes, trying to pull her back when he added, “Or we could have a not so lazy morning and just spend it in bed.”

Rachel smiled as she looked down at the man beside her. As tempting as it was to curl back up and pretend things were fine, they really needed to figure out what the hell was going on. They couldn’t survive indefinitely on mangoes and coconuts and she was pretty certain that neither of them knew much about fishing with no gear. She shook his shoulder and he groaned. “Get up sleepyhead. Sleeping the day away is not a smart idea.”

Charles groaned again, “But I don’t want to go back to the office. My boss is an asshole and I am sick of it.” He opened his eyes and took in the surroundings. He bolted upright. “Holy shit! I remembered my job! I hated it. I hate it? Do I still have it?” He put his hands to his head, “My boss, his name is Steve and he’s always bugging me to do more.” He looked at her, “You and I, we had plans to start our own business…”

Rachel was intrigued. This all sounded so familiar, but it was still like remembering a movie she’d seen more than memories of her own life. “Do you remember anything else? Where did we live? How do we know each other? Are we just dating or…”

Punching his leg with his fist, he nearly growled in frustration. “I don’t know! The second I started talking about it, I could feel the memories sliding out of reach. Now it’s like this vague movie I saw once.”

“I know exactly what you mean. That’s what it feels like to me, too.” She smiled, “I apparently don’t like your mother very much. Or she just stops by all the time and I’m tired of it.”

A vivid image broke through her thoughts just then.

A cozy little house with white walls, lots of windows and colorful books lining the shelves that covered the walls. She saw herself opening the door and Charles coming up the sidewalk. She leapt into his arms and he kissed her with a passion that made her face turn pink.

Charles watched as Rachel went completely still, her eyes glazed over like she wasn’t quite all there anymore. Knowing that they were both having weird memory issues, he just watched her in silence. Varied expressions flickered across her face as she sat so still.

“Charles! I’m so glad you’re home! Your mother was here for hours again. She really wants grandkids and has to talk about every single person she’s ever known! Can we please get her a new man or make her join a club or something? She’s going to drive me mad!”

Charles laughed and followed her into the house, “Well, love, just be glad she likes you. Can you imagine her using those powers in anger?” He shuddered and sat his briefcase down. “You didn’t mention our business plans or anything, did you?”

Rachel looked at him with an incredulous expression, “Are you nuts? She would never leave me alone if I told her anything like that! No thank you. I put her off as much as I could.” She turned to him, “Can we wait to have children until she lives on the other side of the state? Or the country? Or better yet, another country altogether?”

He laughed, “Of course. We can move her to France and then have a whole brood of babies once she’s gone.”

“Good plan. France might be far enough.” She pulled a pan out of the oven and he made appreciative sounds. “I made meatloaf for dinner. Your mother said that you hate meatloaf and you’d probably complain, so just know that ahead of time.”

“I’m sure it will be fine. You didn’t tell her that I just don’t like HER meatloaf, right?” She just shook her head and put the food on the table while he poured them some wine and got the silverware.

They sat down at the little table. Rachel put some meatloaf and vegetables on the plate, arranging things just so. Charles caught her eye when she looked up to hand him his dinner and he smiled. The love in his eyes nearly took her breath away. She smiled.

“I love you. You know that, right?” His voice was soft, sexy.

“Of course. I love you, too.” She felt that odd, overwhelming surge of emotions that she couldn’t believe she still felt, even after all these years. “You still feel it, too, right?”

“The overwhelming thing? The ‘Spending Our Entire Lives Together Isn’t Enough’ thing?”

She nodded, not taking her eyes off of his. “Yeah, that. Do you think this is just how everyone feels when they’re in love?”

Shaking his head, he replied, “No. It’s not possible. We’re just really really lucky. I don’t know many people who even feel a tenth of what I feel for you. Most married couples seem to barely tolerate each other. We have that extra… thing.”

She smiled, “What extra thing?”

Charles looked at her with an intensity that set her pulse racing, “You know we’re different, Rachel. This isn’t…”

The vision, her memories stopped. Her mind went blank. Rachel opened her eyes to find herself back on the island, Charles sitting across from her looking very concerned. “Are you okay? Did you remember something?”

Tears welled up in her eyes, “Yes. I did. It was so… much. WE…” she took his hands in hers, “WE were so much. We had this connection that I just… I don’t know how…” she stumbled over her words, not finding the right ones to describe what she was feeling.

“You mean like a connection that drew us together across an uninhabited island?” He smiled at her and she grinned right back at him.

“I guess you have a point.”

“What else did you remember?” He asked.

“We have a house.” Something didn’t feel right about that. “We HAD a house?” She frowned. “I don’t know, in my memories, we had a cute little house. We were married and madly in love.” She blushed, looking at the man across from her. He was so familiar, so right and yet still she hadn’t even remembered their relationship until just now. It felt odd. “Your mother was a bit of a pest, but I think we were happy.” She met his eyes again and was drawn in, “We were very happy. Very much in love. More than just… normal love. We were really really happy.”

He pulled her towards him and she leaned closer, planning to give him a quick kiss.

When their lips touched, it was like worlds opened up. Memories rushed back for both of them. Hot, sexy, ravishing kind of memories. Sweet, intimate, quiet kind of memories. Slow and sultry, hot, fast, hard. They ran the gamut and lit a fire. His hand came up and tangled in her hair as he dragged her onto his lap. Her arms went around his neck and the past and the future seemed to all meld into one as they rediscovered each other all over again.

To Be Continued