Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

To Strangers Again

A/N- Please click the video below, so the music can play as you read the following scene. Believe me, it'll make you as emotional as this scene is, lol. Bye!

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Landon's POV-

I once was really good at singing.

Davina Claire at your service.

I really, really like you, Landon.

You're different, Landon, and I like different.

I didn't know I was popular in this town.

Play your cards right, and you won't have to die.

That sword doesn't belong to me, it's my sister's. I help her sharpen it every once in a while because she asks me to. I'm a swordsmith.

Davina warned me not to ever get on your bad side.

I know it must be overwhelming to hear me talk this much, but I need you to listen to me, Landon. I am your friend.

Someone did something very bad to you, and I am going to help you remember, I promise.

Landon's POV-

I began getting flashbacks of everything that happened in my life, especially the most recent and craziest things; meeting Davina to my last time seeing her, then being tortured by some guy named Marcel. For so long, I was lost and confused. I didn't know who I was. But whatever this Marcel dude just did to make me remember everything scared the absolute shit out of me. How did I get myself wrapped up in all this?

I gasped as the flooding memories came to an end. Davina looked at me, and I looked back at her with nothing to say. I still really liked her, but you know who and what I wanted even more than Davina? My life. And after remembering everything, I knew that being around her, her sick brother, or whoever Marcel was to her would ruin my life. Plus, I had someone far more important to worry about; my sister, Kallidika.

"Landon, I-"

I couldn't let her finish her sentence because I'd instantly forgive her if I did. And I knew none of this was her fault, but some part of me couldn't help but feel angry. "I have to find my sister," I said.

Davina stared into my soul. I guess she was looking for the tiniest thing that'd make me forget this ever happened and move on with the 'relationship' she and I had. But I had to maintain my cold stare. I couldn't have her thinking otherwise.

As much as I knew this would suck, I walked away and restrained myself from turning around to tell her that she still meant something to me. It baffled me how quickly a relationship could change; we went from strangers to friends, friends to lovers, and strangers again. But 'strangers' that share memories aren't truly ever 'strangers' again, are they?

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Bonnie pulled out her keys to her apartment from her purse and held them out to Davina. "You hate me right now, and you can; I don't care. Just take the keys and get out of here," she said.