"We can't do that, the jet ski isn't built for that," Troy called over his shoulder.
Sera wrapped her arms tighter around his waist and squinted against the warm ocean spray and bright sunlight. "Come on, you can make it do that!"
Troy grinned and pulled back hard on the throttle as he swung the jet ski around in a circle. "Ready?"
Sera grinned and nodded as she tightened her grip around her boyfriend's waist.
He jerked back the throttle, and the small engine roared as the jet ski leaped forward toward the stunt Sera wanted him to do, a jump over an abandoned, half-sunk old fishing boat. The jet ski raced over the water, just barely touching the glittering expanse. It slid up over the ancient fishing boat's hull beneath the water and Troy jerked the jet ski up. It jumped out of the water and over the boat, but then something went wrong. The boat flipped in the air twice, throwing both riders off. Troy landed in the water and he quickly swam away from the falling jet ski.
"Sera?" he called anxiously as he resurfaced. "Sera?"
But the beautiful redhead was nowhere in sight.
Worried, Troy swam over to the old fishing boat, where he heard a low moan of pain. "Sera?" he called out again as he climbed up the old railing. He gasped. Sera was laying on part of the deck, her body twisted at an unnatural angle.
He quickly ran across the deck to her side. "Sera? Sera, it's Troy! Can you hear me?"
She didn't respond.
With hands trembling with fear, Troy gently picked tried to pick her up, but she jerked away with a scream of pain.
"I'm so sorry, Sera," he whispered to her. "I'm so sorry!"
He stayed with her until her parents came out looking for them.
"What happened?" Sera's mom asked in a shaking voice.
"We were riding the jet ski and something went wrong. We both got thrown off, but I landed in the water, she didn't," Troy said guiltily as her dad and cousin gently lifted Sera's unconscious form off the deck and onto their small yacht.
Troy tried to get into the boat too, but Sera's mom stopped him. "I think you've caused enough trouble for one day, Troy."
Troy watched them race off toward the nearest hospital, then turned and swam toward his jet ski. After a couple tries, the engine started and Troy raced after Sera's family.
Two days had passed since Sera had arrived at the hospital. Her family took shifts talking with her, waiting for her to wake up. Only Sera's cousin, Jarrod, didn't throw accusing glares in Troy's direction.
Jarrod and Troy were having a silent conversation from across the waiting room when Sera's nurse walked out.
"Mr. and Mrs. Richards?"
Sera's parents stood, her dad supporting her mother's weight.
"Sera's awake, and she'll be fine."
"Can we go see her?" asked Mrs. Richards softly.
The nurse shook her head. "Not yet. We're still trying to asses the damage she sustained during the boating accident, but we already know that she has amnesia."
"How bad is her memory loss?" Mr. Richards asked as his wife started crying and buried her face in his shirt.
"She doesn't remember this summer at all."
"So she doesn't remember me?" Troy asked, the first words he'd said in the past two days.
The nurse shook her head. "She has no idea who you are."
Mrs. Richards looked up and glared at Troy. "This is all your fault! If you and your damn charm had never stolen my daughter, then she'd be perfectly fine right now! You're no longer a part in Sera's life! She can't remember you now, and she never will!"
His numb heart sinking, Troy stood slowly and stiffly walked out of the hospital, passing by Sera's room. He glanced into the window and was met with a blank gaze without recognition.
"Goodbye, my love," he whispered as he turned and walked away from what mattered most in his life.