It's all coming back to me now... #captioned# “What do you want?” he asked, scowling. Her throat seemed to close up at his words. She was too late, the damage had been done. She looked into his eyes, those cold, beautiful eyes. “Nothing,” she replied. “Nothing at all.” The memory of him burned in her brain, and apparently the one of hers didn’t exist in his. She was back to what she was before that lonely December night, a stranger. Then one night things turned around. “I can’t remember anything.” he finally spoke. After 5 minutes of silence, he finally said what he invited her over for. “I can’t remember anything from this year. And you...” he pointed at her. “You have something to do with it.” she lets out a gasp. “I didn’t do anything with it.” she looked down at the ground, avoiding his stare. “But I know what happened.” Then she felt something grab her shoulders, and shake her. “WHAT HAPPENED.” Looking up, she once again saw his eyes. They were cold, beautiful, and tear filled eyes. He must really be in pain, to not remember anything. His brain must feel... empty. Her eyes watered at this thought, but she blinked the tears away. He let go of her, collapsing to the ground. She could hear his muffled sobs.
