I'll remind you

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The only real memory I have.. was from that accident. That terrible accident. The one thing I want to forget. Still stays there in my memory while everything else goes away like leaves falling off tree branches. I felt my head start to throb when I got reminded yet again.

It was November. The air was crisp and cold and everyone was shopping for thanksgiving. It was me and my...boyfriend. I think. I don't remember that part quite clearly. We were leaving.. where? I think it was a bar or a party or something. I was worried. Very worried. I asked, and asked, and asked again. "Are you sure you are fine?" Or umm.. "are you sure you're okay?" Or.. something like that. He told me he was okay. He told me right to my face he was fine, i still thought I should drive but he wouldn't let me. So I had no choice.

He drove. And we talked about something. I don't know what. But who remembers that anyways? The one thing I remember was his voice. His tone, the sound, the feeling. It wasn't right. He was drunk and I knew that. I told him to pull over, but he didn't listen. And he said he'd put his hands on me if I tried to stop him. I yelled. He didn't listen. It was like he never listened to anything I said. Like he only wanted me for one thing. Like he wanted the car to crash. I just wanted to protect him and me.

He was so distracted. He kept looking at me instead of the road, the birds instead of the blue car in front of him. He was so wasted. He ran a red light and before I knew it I couldn't hear a thing. It was like everything had vanished and I was just floating in space. The car had flipped over from the crash and I had passed out.

I found out my boyfriend had died a week after the incident, when I left the hospital. But that's when it started. The forgetting, the aggravation from my friends, everything. Because when the doctor said his name I didn't even remember it. I didn't remember when I met him and I barely remember any memory's we had together. I couldn't tell if that was for the better, or for the worse.

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Diavolo

I wish I knew more people like (f/n), truly. It was odd to me, how a girl could be so sweet and generous to a person like me. That is why she is so very attractive to me. I mean, really, I'm not a good person at all, but she thinks I can change. I can't keep promises.

I felt the coldness of my room when I flipped the covers off of me. The silence that surrounded me was unbearable. I tried turning on the radio on my alarm clock, nothing. So I just listened to the static of a random channel. I heard my phone ring while I tried to actually get out my bed. I was so glad it was (f/n) calling. "Hey.." I didn't seem very enthusiastic, and I never really do, but I really was happy to speak with her. "You're Diavolo.. right?"

I nodded but I knew I had to physically say yes. "Sorry.. yeah. It's me." I sighed and walked to the bathroom, turning on the sink and soaking my toothbrush. "You seem sleepy, are you okay Diavolo?"
"I'm not as good as I wanna be-" I paused to start brushing my teeth. "Bhut ihts fhine." The line went quiet for a second. "Are you sure? Am I making you come to early?" It was 8 something by now. "Nho. Phlese, dohn't worreh."

"Fine. I was calling to ask about what I should wear. For that umm... where are we going again?" I spit out the toothpaste that was in my mouth and responded. "You know what... I'll just pick you up it's okay." I heard her gentle laugh from across the line as I looked for something to wear myself. "You never answered my question! Should I wear a dress or no?" I ignored her question and looked at a shirt I was planning to wear.

"Surprise me." I hummed and walked back to the bathroom. "Fine I guess. I'll see you later." I said goodbye and hung up, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. Why? I had already washed my face for what felt like forever. Maybe it was my hair.. I didn't brush it out yet, but even after I did, I just looked bad. Maybe (f/n) would think differently..

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You

I heard a sudden knock on the door which made me check to make sure that I looked okay. It'd be stupid if it wasn't who I thought it was. Seriously... I opened the door and saw Diavolo standing in front of me. His polka dot hair really stood out more since the last time I saw him. When was that again...

"Hey." His lips raised a little in a attempt to form a smile, but I knew he didn't do that often. Was he nervous or something? "Hi Diavolo. You look really nice." I gave him a hug and he hugged back, but not as tightly as I did. I truly did miss him. He smelt of a cologne, but it wasn't very strong, still strong enough to smell, but it had a very light scent.

"Personally, I think I look better in a sweater or something. Is the tie too much?" I sighed and fixed my hair a little, picking up my purse before we started walking over to his car. "No, it's fine, really. I find it cute how you got all fancy just for me." I looked up at him while he looked away from me. I smiled and walked around to the other side of his car. "This one's yours right?" His head turned.

"No, it's the next one over." How embarrassing. I tried to get in someone else's car. "Ah! Sorry.." I sighed and got in his car this time.

"It's not a problem. You want the radio on?" I nodded yes. I really enjoy listening to music, it makes things not seem so... silent. He turned on a channel that played r&b and soul music. It seemed like the radio was the only thing that was keeping things from getting silent.

"Um.. (f/n)." I looked over while he was staring at the road in front of him. "What's up?" I watched as he tapped the steering wheel repeatedly. "I don't know if I told you... but you look.. really gorgeous today." My eyes widened from the sudden compliment. Me? I looked gorgeous?! I felt my faces temperature rise. "Really?! I mean um.. thank you Diavolo!" I felt a smile forming on my face. I felt.. special. In a way.

"Sorry. Did I surprise you?"
"What?! No! It's just you know.. I don't get compliments a lot." I didn't really want to go into detail as to why. And I'm glad he didn't ask, nor respond.

"We're here." He parked and looked at me. "A cafe? Oh how nice!" I really couldn't control how happy I was at that moment. I was just so so happy I get to be with him, if only for a little.