Memory in a Bottle

Jace

I get her in the elevator and press the button to get to the main floor. I did tell her, but I can't bring it up. She just had a memory come at her and i don't know what the memory was, but it must've been a bad one. She started out with a gasp, then she was smiling but something happened, and she started screaming, kicking and hitting. It took me a couple hits to the ribcage to get her to stop hitting and kicking but she screamed more. I had to talk to her while trying to shush her. Eventually she calmed down and opened her eyes, as she did that, I stepped back to give her space. As soon as those bright blue eyes hit my face my heart broke. Those blue eyes filled up with tears and I had to comfort her. She sobbed for a little while. I wish that I could take that away from her. She stopped crying and I brought her in the elevator. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. I cleared my throat.

"Was... was it a painful memory?" I hesitantly ask. She looks up at me and nodded. "What did you remember?"

"I remembered getting kidnapped shortly after my friend asked me over to her house to hangout." She says as I walk around the wheelchair and knelt in front of her.

"I'm sorry that you remembered that." I tell her sincerely.

"You see that's where you're wrong," She replies. "I am glad I that I remembered that, but I just wish I didn't remember the kidnapping part." She explains. Damn she looks sexy when she's concentrated. I don't know what to tell her. I notice her eyes keep drifting to my lips. She makes me want to kiss her s-

Damn, I shift my jeans as all the room in them magically disappears. I get up and go to the back of her wheelchair hoping it'll go away. I get her to my car and pick her up. I carry her over to the passenger side of the car. I look over at her to see she's already looking at me.