𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

➤ Anything & Everything

A few days later.. I was discharged from the hospital.

Of course, as expected i was pre scripted pills to drink and a certain kind of diet so that my body would continue working properly.

The few days while I stayed in that hospital room.. I never saw Tom. I always asked about him or when he was coming.

I truly wanted to ask him more questions about our life as he told me. Who really was he? How did we fall for each other? What contract?

I sighed as my mother let me into our house.

"I know this is difficult for you Fae." My mother said as she placed me into my room.

"No no that's fine." I said blankly as i sat on my bed. Admiring my room and the pictures i have all over the place.

Pictures of me and Tom.. framed, pasted, printed everywhere.

I felt sick to my stomach. There's these great and sentimental memories of a person and I. But I can't seem to remember, anything.

Who were we?

As my mom left me be, I grabbed one of the pictures me and Tom seemed to have took in a photo booth together.

Most of them looked candid, like we were laughing at each other.

Noticing the way we looked at each other. Our smiles and the spark lighted up in our eyes.. we truly were in love.

I kept looking.. It felt like I knew the memory but my brain just forcefully blocked me from it. Making my head start to hurt.

There was one photo that catches my eye. Where I was smiling and posing with a rockstar sign for the photos to be taken.

But he.

He was looking at me.

Smiling at me. His arm wrapped around his shoulder and his eyes visibly in love.

"Fuck!" I grunted. Placing the frame downwards on my bedside table.

I sobbed into my hands. Why can't i remember? Out of all the things that could've happened. Losing memory..? It's brutal.

My heart started to ache. I gripped onto my shirt to try and contain myself.

Time Skip..

Its been a few hours now. Ive been alone in my room. Either just playing something on the piano Tom supposedly got me. Staring at the pictures we have together. Listening to the mixtapes he made for me..

Replaying the voice mails he left over and over. Reading the diary pages I wrote dedicated about him. Reading the books my mother told me he bought me.

Every book had a special note and reminder inside.

"Reminder: I'll love you even on the days where you feel undeserving of it."

Or..

"Reminder: never stop being you Vivianne."

My name was Vivianna. But, others told me he would call me Vivianne instead.
Or sometimes, both.

He loved making nicknames for me. It was excruciating not to remember any of them. Considering i loved nicknames.

I gasped in frustration.

I kept repeating these things because my mind told me that he's worth remembering.