The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 81: Because of you...

For most of the day, I sat around just trying to remember anything, but nothing was coming to me. I even asked that other guy named Peter if anything would help me remember, but he couldn't think of a single thing that would help remember something. So much help for that, then.
Loki ended up sitting in the closet again. I have no clue why he liked sitting in that closet so much, I mean who would? The closet isn't tiny, but it's not that big either. It's quite crammed, really.
I, on the other hand, ended up going out on the streets to roam around. I may or may not have stolen money from somebody's wallet, too. I don't even know who's it was, but it's mine for now.
The streets were much more crowded than I thought they'd be, and there were a lot of shops on the streets. I ended up stopping at this place called Starbucks. It looked like some sort of cafe, and it looked nice.
I walk inside, and the place smells like coffee. Because it's a coffee shop, obviously.
I look up at the menu, and I'm just confused as hell. What even is a Frappuccino or latte? I've heard of just coffee, but why do they need names?
I figured I'd get whatever a caramel frappe is called, and that'd probably be it. Then, though, I think maybe Loki would like something here. I mean, he seemed very down, and maybe it could cheer him up. I don't know if he likes coffee, so I'd probably get him something without it. Maybe the vanilla bean frappe doesn't have coffee? I mean, who puts coffee in vanilla bean? I should get him that. And perhaps, as a joke, I could get him that odd-looking unicorn cake pop over near the glass of baked goods.
I walk up to the counter, and put the order in. I had to look up at the menu a few times, for I kept forgetting the names of these things.
Now, I just had to wait for them to get my order done.
Soon enough, they had the order ready, and I was heading back to the tower. If I was going to stop at any other shops, I couldn't now because of the food and drinks I was carrying.
...
I make my way up all of the floors in the tower, and find my room. I was getting better at finding my room, even though it's only been a night here. Well, according to what I remember, it's only been one night that I've stayed here. I don't really know how long I've been here for, but it must've been long, considering I was saved by these guys, and most of the people like me.
Most.
That Stark dude isn't the best.
According to the guy named Steve, he used to hate me, but he doesn't hate me anymore. Okay? He told me he tolerates me now.
I guess that's good? I have no idea what I did to make him hate me, considering I can't remember.

I open the door to my room, and place down the drinks and cake pop on the small table. Then, I go knocking on the closet door.
"Hm?" I hear him mumble.
"Can I open the closet?" I ask.
"Depends. Why must you open it?"
"I have something for you."
I hear him sigh, and soon, he sits up and opens the closet door.
He looked a mess, even more than before, if that's possible.
"What is it?" He asks, squinting at the sun coming through the windows.
"I found this weird-named place called Starbucks, and I got you a drink, and this weird unicorn cake pop thing." I tell him, going to grab the frappe and the cake pop.
His face looks sad at first, but then he smiles a bit.
"Thank you." He says.
I hand him the frappe and the cake pop, and he leans agains the closet wall, holding them.
"Did you remember?" He asks, opening the small bag of the cake pop.
"Remember what?" I ask, clearly confused.
He opens his mouth, about to say something, but instead he shakes his head, "Never mind."
He's about to close the closet again, but honestly, what for? I wouldn't mind talking to him. Sure, maybe it's painful for him to speak to me knowing I don't remember a damn thing about him, but I guess I'm still me. The me that he knows, maybe. I don't know. The only way to find out if I'm the me that he knows, is by actually getting to know him better, and he gets to know me.
"Your just gonna sit in that closet all day?" I ask, grabbing my own frappe, and sitting on the bed.
"Perhaps." He says, as the closet door closes.
"You shouldn't." I tell him.
"Why not?"
"What if you choke on that cake pop, hm? I would never know until I open the closet."
"I won't choke."
"Well, don't jinx it." I chuckle.
"I won't."
He really didn't want to come out of that closet and talk. I just sat in silence, as did he. I get it, I do, it's probably hard enough to look at me, nonetheless talk to me, but I want to talk to him and know who he is.
"If you're not gonna say much then I'm gonna give you no choice but to answer questions." I say.
I wait for a response, but he doesn't even answer.
"So, what's your favorite color?" I ask, sarcastically. I didn't have any better questions to ask.
"Green." He answers.
"Okay, off to a great start, aren't we? What's your favorite animal?"
"Snakes."
"Alright, snakes are a bit dangerous but sure. Um..." I try to think of any more questions to ask but my brain is just not cooperating with me.
"What's your favorite memory?" I ask.
Hey, just because I don't have many memories at all, doesn't mean he doesn't. He probably has a bunch.
Yet he takes a few moments to answer.
"I can't choose." He finally says.
"Just choose any random one out of all of them you can't choose from."
He stays silent, again, thinking.
And, finally, "The cabin." He answers.
"You mean the one we visited today?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Must I explain?" He asks.
"Yeah, I wanna know why."
He stays silent for what seems like forever.
"I don't want to explain." He tells me.
"Why?" I ask.
"I just don't."
"Okay, then, what's the most unbelievable thing that has ever happened to you?"
I'm running out of actual good questions, here.
He's silent, again. It can't take that long to think of something.
"I don't want to answer that, either." He says.
Great. This is going great. Whatever the answers to these questions were, they must've bothered him in some way. I mean, I could assume with the cabin thing, considering I'm pretty sure we were there together, based off of that small memory. But, I don't get why he doesn't wanna answer the next one. It's not that he can't answer, he doesn't want to. So whatever it is, it must bother him.
"Okay, well then, I'm running out of questions." I say.
He doesn't answer, again, like expected. He just wanted to be alone, it seemed. And, I guess, he needed to be alone. Like I've said, it's probably insanely hard on him when I can't remember who he is. So, I'll give him alone time. He'd probably be in that close the entire day, laying on his side, and facing the wall. Probably just thinking, sleeping, or crying. I'm not sure which one he does. Maybe all of them.
"I'll stop talking." I mutter, leaning against the wall and sitting on the bed.
Gosh, I wanna remember so badly for me and for him. I want to know about everything I've seen in the past months I've been here, and the things I remembered while I was here. And I want Loki to not be sitting in a closet the entire day, avoiding contact with me, because it's too painful.
And suddenly, out of no where, he says quietly, "My favorite memory is the time in that cabin because of you, and the most unbelievable thing to happen is that I fell in love." He says it so quietly, I could barely here him. I don't even know if I heard it correctly.
And that's all he says.
He doesn't say anything else, just that.
And to be honest, that makes me smile.