8 Will she remember me?

Sometimes, it would be better to be a writer than a painter or a radio producer—the writer who writes fantasy novels with supernatural heroes.

But I'm a painter, and I was a radio producer before fully disconnecting with the community.

I had a very famous radio show. Still, sometimes people I have to communicate with know me by my voice.

I had a radio show called "Ask Aiden" that aired on the radio every Tuesday. That radio show was like my baby.

The day I was writing my resignation letter to get off the radio station, many people were upset, of course, not because of my absence, but because of the end of that popular radio show. Unlike myself, my radio shows were very lovable and popular.

I may not be a writer of romantic-fantasy novels, but my life is fantasy enough.

Sometimes I think I live in one writer's novel, and I've just one of the thousands of characters that the author has created throughout his artistic life.

When I went to the hospital to find Jules, I had no idea I could find out about Maggie. Ever since Maggie came, I re-read people's minds. I seem to have forgotten how hard I tried and suffered to stop thinking about them, and I was even happy with Agnosia.

Jonathan and that woman had terrible and disgusting secrets with them. I saw things in that woman's mind that even seeing them made me ashamed. I was shocked. I wanted to take the woman by the hand and force her to confess what had happened to Jules. The onslaught of these thoughts took me away from time and place.

- "Excuse me, Is there any I can do for you?"

I raised my head, a woman in a white medical gown was standing above me. I could hardly see her face. I saw her name pin on the gown. Dr. J. Black.

- "I'm Dr. Black. The head nurse said, you've been waiting for me for a long time. May I help you?"

And I was silent again. After all these years, I was not able to see and recognize Jules' face. Maybe my face had changed so much with my beard, or I was so old that she could not recognize me. Perhaps she did not remember at all the young boy who had saved her. I said, "I'm Aiden, Aiden Atkins. We know each other, Doctor."

- "I do not know you."

I was really disappointed to hear this sentence. Jules did not know me. Am I too old? Has my face changed? Or maybe I have never been in her mind at all. Indeed, we only saw each other once. So how do I remember her?

- "Aha! I remember you now."

The thrill of Jules' voice thrilled me. She remembers me.

- "Mr. Atkins. Aiden. Are you 'Ask Aiden show?' I was listening to your show always; I still remember your voice and of course your fascinating topics, but how do you know me?!"

Jules did not know me. She had braided her golden hair from the side of her head.

I stared at her beautiful fingers. I handed her the painting I had wrapped in paper and said, "This is for you."

I better get out of there as soon as possible. I got up and left.

I took the elevator. There was a big hospital there. It was not at all strange that Jules did not know me. She had only seen me once. Why should she remember me? But I do not understand why I was so upset. I had the feeling of a child lost in a crowded market.

I wanted to go back and ask Jonathan and that woman why Maggie was killed and report them to the police. But I did not know-how.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that the sound of someone running made me realize. It was Jules who called me.

Jules stopped beside me, "What does this painting mean? Who are you?"

- "I am Aiden Atkins. The creator of 'Ask Aiden' and of course a painter."

- "I know, but why did you draw this painting? How do you know me at all?"

- "I'm a painter. I do not paint with reasons."

- "Why do you have to paint me a musical water ball? Do you know me? Your actions and behavior scare me. It reminds me of stalkers." Jules said this angrily as she tried to hide it.

Stalkers? I was not like them at all. I did not recognize Jules' face. It was interesting that I could see her face in Maggie's mother's mind, but now that she was facing me, I could not recognize her face.

- "Mr. Atkins, why are you so silent? Could you answer me? How do you know me? What is the story of this painting?"

The story of this painting? "One morning, I was going to a job interview. I didn't know much about the subway map. I had just arrived in New York in those years. I was looking for the station to get off that I saw a girl. I saw her with golden hair and a face that I still remember, I followed her to a bridge and said that 'I saw her' and then we ran together, for fear that the police would come and arrest us, I am afraid of psychiatrists and that day we ran so as not to get caught by psychiatrists and police. She left. I'm talking about the girl. J.M.B ... was supposed to wait until the snow that year."

Jules stood motionless and looked at me. I looked away from her. I did not want to get into her mind.

I did not want to know anything about her. I even regretted coming to see her. Explaining that I can read people's minds is so difficult that I have often resorted to lying to escape it.

- "It did not snow that year. It did not snow where I was, and I always thought the boy I ran with and hugged me was a fantasy illusion from within a fantasy novel. A young man who could read people's minds and understand them. Someone who hears the voices of others and sees them."

Jules thought I was a fantasy illusion from within a fantasy novel. Someone who can read the minds of humans. Of course, she was not wrong about that.

I looked at Jules and was shocked that I could recognize her face. It had become more beautiful.

I did not know why I could recognize her face now, but it was as if I had never seen a picture so clearly.

I left her. I had nothing to do with Jules anymore. I was not feeling well anymore. I was mostly thinking of Jonathan and Maggie and that mysterious woman. I must back home and tell Maggie why she was dead.