Love is lyrical. Love is a song.
Experiences can be described through words, but much of the time, they just want to make you sing.
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Storybrooke was a quiet place. The people there followed the same routine. Every day, few discrepancies. No one really wondered why. That's just how it was.
One of many residents, Addy did this as well. Every day, the same routine. Get dressed in the morning. Grab a coffee at Granny's Diner. Then she went to work — she was the school nurse at Storybrooke elementary. And of course, after a usually uneventful day, she would walk home, since her house wasn't far from work. And like all the other things, every day —
A voice huffed and puffed behind her, then stumbled to catch up.
"Auriel," said the man.
Addy rolled her eyes. "That's not my name, Jefferson."
"Come on," he said.
"That's not my name."
"Let me carry your bag for you," he offered, putting his hand out.
"You are a gentleman," she said. "But I'm fine."
"I used to always carry your things for you."
Addy huffed and stopped walking. "Jefferson, you don't know me. You're very nice and all, but sometimes... you're a little crazy, Jefferson."
"I'm not crazy. You don't remember."
Addy began walking again. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jefferson."
"Aur —"
He went to catch up with her, but she had already rounded a corner and was gone.
Jefferson sighed.
At least in forgetting, he wouldn't have all this pain.
But he remembered. He remembered so vividly that her name was Auriel. He remembered all their memories together. He remembered that she would always let him carry her things when he asked. He remembered his daughter, Grace. He remembered wanting to give her everything. Wanting to give them both everything. He remembered leaving them.
It was a horrible curse, remembering when others don't. You feel like you're going mad.
At least Auriel he could talk to. She was an adult. She could take care of herself, wouldn't tell anyone to get rid of him. But Grace — he couldn't say a word to her.
He hoped that while he had been gone they had remembered him. He hoped they knew he loved him. That he missed them. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't be angry at him.
