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True love never dies	By : Crowesaga Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Part 4*
Orlando asked again what happened.

“I don’t really want to talk too much about it yet. Let’s just say that something happened which caused me to have a problem remembering certain things I have been through in the past. It’s like a puzzle that has pieces missing or put in the wrong place. Some of my memories have turned out to be from books I’ve read or films I’ve seen and they are keeping reality away.”

I took a bite from my sandwich and a sip of tea. Orlando was looking at me with a serious expression on his face. He looked as if he was trying to sort out everything I had told him and make sense of it all.

To break the uncomfortable silence I continued. “Altogether I think a few missing years are out there somewhere. I seem to be able to remember everything from the last four years, but there are still so many holes in the previous ten. Reading old diaries and looking at photos hasn’t been much help.”

“And that’s where I am? Erased from your memory.” he asked.

“Sadly… yes. It’s a total blank. The first picture of you that comes to mind is as … Will… and Legolas!”

A broad smile stretched across his face, softening his serious demeanour. “Of course you’ve seen the films. You always loved going to the cinema. I would have been very surprised if you hadn’t seen them.”

“Yeah, I love to get lost in the stories. Even before I lost part of my memory I remember reading, and watching everything I came across. That’s has never changed. The Internet has made it easier to find information and pictures as well.”

“But that doesn’t help you to remember what we had.”

“No, what was it?” I asked hesitantly, unsure that I really wanted to know the truth.

“When we first met I had been living here in London for a little over a year. We met in a Pub. You were there with some friends,” he began. “For the following week we were inseparable. Have you any memory about the time you got your tattoo on your left shoulder?”

I put my hand on my shoulder where I had my tattoo. It was a heart with a cross stabbed through and circled with flames. I shook my head. “All I remember is that the studio was on Portobello Road and it was called Saint Tattoo. I thought I was alone when I was there.”

“Oh no. We went there twice. After you saw my sun you said that you had decided to have one done when you were here. You said you couldn’t go home without one. You had drawn a picture of a larger one, but kept trying to make it smaller because you didn’t want one too big. When you were satisfied with the design we went to the studio, but when we saw how many people were waiting we walked away. The rest of the day you kept on talking about it. You felt like a chicken because we hadn’t stayed. I dragged you back the following day and made sure you didn’t bail out. Have you any regrets about it?”

“No. I don’t think I ever will. I’m planning on getting some new ones of fantasy animals. So I have you to thank for getting me started on my first one. Do you have any more than just the sun?”

Orlando pulled up the shirt sleeve on his right arm. I saw the ‘nine’ tattoo. I had an urge to touch it, but I didn’t dare to. I didn’t understand where the urge to touch him had come from. It just crept up on me.

“I think you have convinced me that you know me somehow. My tattoo isn’t visible through my shirt, so how would you have known about it? There must be a lot more you know about me if we were together so much.” I paused as a thought occurred to me. “What were you doing in the pub in the first place? Weren’t you too young to get in?”

“I went there with some older friends of mine. In those years I used to party a lot. I never seemed to have any problems getting into places.” He paused before he continued. “You and I had some amazing nights out, too.”

He seemed to be remembering those times and his eyes lit up with pleasure. I so much wanted to be able to share the feelings with him, but it was still a blank. Could we have fallen for each other as he seemed to be hinting?

As we sat there in the café I was amazed by what was happening and by what Orlando was telling me. It all sounded like a fairy tale. He could’ve been talking about any other girl that he knew from a long time ago but he wasn’t. He was talking about me. The things he was telling me sounded so familiar and correct. He spoke of things that no one other than a close friend would have known about.

I’d been through moments like this before, but this time it was different. Scarier. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined myself sitting down with a celebrity and having him tell me things about myself that I had no memory of. Chills blew over me when he spoke of very personal facts concerning me. I was beginning to become convinced that he really did know me well.

My frustration grew as I still felt nothing personal between us. I really wanted and needed to know how close we had been. It felt so strange that I hadn’t the tiniest hint of memory of him at all. Everything else had held a small reminder of things, but this was a total blank to me. I tried to remember if he had been in any of my photographs from 1994 and my London trip, but my minds eye couldn’t seem to find him. It gave me the feeling that all knowledge of him had been totally erased.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how every memory about a particular person could disappear. It was hard to understand why the slightest memory was no longer there. What could have caused it? Could it be that something didn’t want him in my life? Had it been too good, or too bad? What was our destiny?

A hand was placed over mine to bring me back out of my thoughts. It was warm and soothing. I looked up at him. I tried to see what was there behind his beauty. Physically Orlando seemed to be in very fine shape though his face hinted at slight tiredness. But beneath that I saw something else. I moved my hand to rest on his and began to stroke his knuckles with my thumb. He looked down, brought up his other hand, and enclosed mine in both of his. Was that desire that flashed in his eyes for a brief second?

“Did we know each other for a long time?” I asked, unable to break eye contact.

“A few years. You came over here a few times. We tried to make it work as well as we could.”

“When was it I sort of disappeared?”

“It was sometimes during 1998. I was struggling a lot in school and I let my letters and calls to you slide. I will admit that I was too consumed in what I was doing to worry about any outside distractions. At first I didn’t notice that you hadn’t replied to my letters. When a few came back to me unopened, I really began to worry. Before I fell and broke my back I tried to find you. I really missed you terribly. When I couldn’t make contact I wished that you felt the same way about me and would try to contact me.”

With each sentence he spoke I noticed that his eyes darkened with the sad memories. There was a lot of feeling behind those eyes. It gave his words a deep meaning and told me he was telling the truth. Watching the emotions play over his face touched my heart. I leaned over the table as far as I could and stroked his cheek with my free hand. Somewhere inside I could feel the loss he was feeling. It was terrible to lose someone you felt so close to, believing the worst had happened. It was terrible to miss friends when you needed them the most.

After a pause Orlando continued; “From time to time I have still tired to find you, but it was if the ground had swallowed you up. I could never be satisfied thinking I had lost you forever. The hope always remained in my heart that we would meet again. Do you understand how happy I am to have found you again? I know I never want to loose you again. I couldn’t live through it a second time.”

“Please… Orlando… don’t wish for too much. We can’t make promises we may not be able to keep. I don’t’ think I’m the same person I was before. The years have changed me a lot, aside from what happened. You certainly live a completely different life than you did ten years ago. Haven’t things happened that you didn’t count on?”

“Well… yes… but I hope I’m still the same person now as I was then, just with a bit more experience and common sense. I try to live a ‘normal’ life, as much as my work allows me. You’re right. There are things that have happened that I would never have dreamt of. I didn’t count on finding myself worshipped by thousands of girls for a start. It overwhelms and scares me. But all of that won’t invade our friendship. I won’t let it.” His eyes held mine for a long silent moment.

I reluctantly broke eye contact and looked back down at his hands still holding mine. “Orlando, when I can’t remember anything about us and what kind of relationship we had, I’m scared that I won’t be able to find the same feelings for you again. You are like a stranger to me and I won’t leap into anything in haste. So, don’t expect us to be able to carry on the same as we were as if nothing had happened. I don’t want to build up hopes in you just in case the feelings don’t return. I can’t say if what we had was good or bad, even if your eyes tell me it was. You must give me time to take all this in. Can you do that? Please?” I looked back up into his eyes hoping to see a sign of acceptance.

“Anything you wish,” he replied softly. “I can’t begin to understand how it must be for you or feel what you have been through all this time. Do you think you can make one promise to me, though?”

I nodded, making no verbal reply to his request. I had a feeling what his question was going to be and knew I would agree.

“Whatever happens between us, can you try to never loose contact with me again, even if we can only remind friends?”

“At this moment I feel the ball is in your court, and it would be an honour to be your friend, but we can’t know what the future may hold for us. Mysterious is the way we walk… One thing I should tell you is the reason why you couldn’t find me. I changed my name a few years ago.”

“Why? Camilla is a beautiful name.”

“When I came back… I didn’t feel I wanted to keep it. I had never liked the name much anyway. Camilla is connected to too many dark things and in changing my name I hoped to leave them all behind and forget them. Unfortunately they are still there, but I changed my name to Sofie 1999.”

“Sofie ... Sofie”

He turned his head to the side, watching me when he tested it. I thought he, as with most of the old friends, would not be able to see me with the new one. I didn’t know what I wanted him to think.

“I think it might suit you. It’s a ladies name.”

It warmed my heart to hear him say that. It was so sweet of him. I reluctantly broke the eye contact we held and looked at my watch. We had been sitting there for quite a long time and I wasn’t sure how long it would take to get too ‘The Black Friar’ where I was due to meet up with Berlinda. As lovely as the meeting had been, I wasn’t sure I could take too much more. I was feeling the start of a headache.

“Orlando, it’s been so much fun to meet you, but I have arranged to meet up with a friend, so I think we should say goodbye for now.”

“Not before we decided when we would meet again. There is so much more to talk about. Will you be with your friend all evening? How long will you stay here in London?”

“I will be with her tonight and tomorrow. I also have some work to do and meet another friend on Saturday and then I will go home Sunday evening.”

“Could we meet up on Sunday? I would have loved to catch up with you earlier, but I have some things planned for tomorrow and Saturday.”

“Sunday sounds good, after I’ve finished my work. I should be free around twelve.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at your hotel. Shall we say one o’clock?”

“Great. I’m staying at the London Embassy Hotel on Bayswater Road.”

“Brilliant. I’ll see you there, and we’ll have lunch. Can I walk you to where you’re meeting your friend?”

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary. Actually I hoped to be able to do an errand before I get there.”

“We can do that together. It will not be any problem.”

“Hey, are you afraid to let me go in case I disappear or forget where I am?” I joked. “It isn’t a problem any more. I love to use public transport. I don’t plan to vanish… and I won’t stand you up. I promise.”

A big smile appeared on Orlando’s face at hearing my words. “That did cross my mind. But it’s not the only reason I offered. I like your company and want to spend as much time with you as I can. So please… indulge me!”

We shared a laugh before I spoke again. “Okay, first stop: H. Samuels to buy some dragons and then to the Black Friar where I will meet my friend.”

“You still collect the Pocket dragons?”

“Yes. And some of the Myth and Magic items, too.”

“Well… come on then. We can go shopping for some new ones. My car’s parked not too far away.”
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