"I want to thank you again for joining me today, Norman" she said with a wide open smile.
"You know I'm more than happy to spend time with you" was the answer Emma heard from behind as she was leaning in Norman's back.
He had been working all morning that day, with lots of paperwork to go through as his schedule was pretty tied during the week, yet whenever she asked him to spare a moment to be with her and their family, he complied.
That was their dynamic, ever since her family found her many years ago, now they were older, and their relationship had grown strong. At the beginning, she didn't know why, but something about Norman was captivating. It didn't take long for her to realize that they had shared a more intimate bond, along with Ray, when she had her memories or when she was "That Emma" who everyone talked about so much.
It took her a long time to come to terms with everyone and their grief. They had lost a sister, yes, she was alive, but her essence was gone, and she would never admit it, at least not in front of the family, that she felt quite jealous of her last self. She tried many times to become like her, to copy her mannerisms and jokes, to have the same attitude as her, gathering information from her family and the stories they told her. After Gilda caught up with what Emma was trying to do, she asked to just be herself, she didn't have to try to be someone else.
"You are still You. Memories or no memories"
Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard Norman ask her a question that she didn't hear quite well, and so she asked him to repeat.
"I asked if there's something in your mind."
"How do you know?" Emma turned her head towards the window.
"It's been a while since I heard you turned the page, and unless the book is boring, which I doubt since you've been reading quite fast, I would say that you're meditating about something"
She looked at the floor for a moment, smiling a bit. He was aware of her habits, and she loved it.
"I was thinking about how far we've come ever since you found me."
He didn't respond. A sound of a page turning became loud in the space of her bedroom.
"What about it?" He asked.
Emma turned her body towards him, putting her arms around his shoulders and putting her head in the left one.
"That I'm glad we could find each other again."
Norman put his hand on one of her arms and looked at her.
Yes. This was their dynamic, this is who they were, and she was sure that with or without memories they would always be like this.
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