Dig My Memory Out From The Sand

Cry Yourself a River Till the Tears Run Dry

Jean-paul and Antonio were inseparable until the the brainwipe.

Jean-paul was devastated when he heard the news. Antonio, his friend, his lover, will never remember him again. He would never get to taste his delicious cooking, he would never get to hug and kiss Antonio during their missions. All the years of bonding and trust that they've built up crumbled in an instant like paper. 

Antonio would never look at him with a loving passion ever again, Antonio would never remember who Jean Paul was or the story of their love and the history of their bonding

Life wasn't fair, none of this was fair. 

He wanted to leave, to find where in the world Antonio was, to cry on his shoulder and tell him everything. 

He knew that leaving VILE would be dangerous, he knew he would be risking his life and his safety, but he wanted ⁠— needed to have Antonio back by his side.

With his knowledge of the layout and an almost exact disguise of Countess Cleo, he escaped and was headed to Argentina to find his dear boy.

When he reached Argentina, he managed to sneak away some of the people who were supposed to keep the faculty's true identities under wraps.

As soon as he was far enough from them, he changed into feminine Argentinian wear, it wasn't comfortable. He wanted to rip off the dress and cry and ⁠— that's not important. He put on some makeup so he wasn't easy to spot and have himself dragged back to VILE.

His name was now Violeta Alvarez, a young w̶o̶m̶a̶n̶ looking to reconnect with h̶e̶r̶ culture.

S̶h̶e̶ spoke to the locals, learned the language, started blending in with the others. 

One night, s̶h̶e̶ met Antonio. He was sweet and kind-hearted, one would think from all those years of mining that he would become stone cold like the rocks he hacks at. 

Later that night s̶h̶e̶ gets home with Antonio walking by h̶e̶r̶ side, chatting to h̶e̶r̶, looking at h̶e̶r̶ with his moonlit honey brown eyes. T̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ m̶u̶c̶h̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶s̶t̶r̶u̶c̶k̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶ h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ g̶i̶v̶e̶ J̶e̶a̶n̶-̶p̶a̶u̶l̶. Eventually they went through separate ways. 

The disguise was thrown off and with vigorous effort, the makeup was wiped away. After he was done taking off his disguise and wiping off his makeup, he sank to the floor and cried. 

What had Antonio done so wrong that he had to have his memory wiped, why couldn't he stop Antonio from make that miniscule mistake that would cost him the ability to remember J̶e̶a̶n̶-̶p̶a̶u̶l̶ everyone he held dear.

Overtime he started to realize that Antonio was falling for his disguise, and he hated it. He hated how Antonio would smile at h̶e̶r̶, how he would look at h̶e̶r̶ with those lovestruck eyes, he hated her.