Her eyes flutter open only to see a familiar white ceiling. A familiar scent. A familiar sound.
"Kurt?" She groaned, Kurt quickly jerked his head and gaze upon Aira's dark colored orbs, "Thank God you're okay." He sighed and smiled in relief.
"How long was I . . . out?" She asked, Kurt glance at the clock before looking back at her, "About ten hours." Aira's eyes widened, "Ten hours? I missed an entire day of class?"
"We missed an entire day of class. I'm just glad you're alright." Kurt smiled sincerely, "Thanks." Then, a curtain swing open, "Kurt? She's awake?" A man spoke, holding a bottle of Fanta. He gave the Fanta to Aira with a small sincere smile.
"Here you go." He smiled, Aira smiled, knowing that she loves Fanta more than anything, accepted the small offering and drank it immediately.
"Thanks. Uhm, Ian, right?" Ian nodded in response. Then, he smiled a sweet, innocent smile. Making her heart squeeze in a pleasant sort of way. Then, once again, the voice screamed the same sentence. I don't want to remember. Her head began throbbing, she breathed softly to let it cool down.
And it did. She smiled at Ian then turned her head back to Kurt, "Let's go home, dude. We ain't gettin' any younger here." She sighed, Kurt grunts, "I've missed two whole days of school, Aira. If you faint one more time? I might as well throw you into the cliff myself." He joked, Aira rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, pongo. Stop complaining and start helping." She chuckled, Kurt threw his hands up in the air along with a constant shake of his head, "What do you think I'm doing for the past few days?" Aira stopped and think of a second before smiling wildly, "Slackin' off?"
"Helvete." Kurt said jokingly with a soft, sincere laughter. Kurt, her friend, was Swedish. Aira shook her head, she's gotten quite used to his Swedish remarks.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just go home."
~*~
On their way home, Kurt couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.
"Hey, Ai?" He called, Aira answered with a Hm? making him continue.
"Do you remember the first Swedish sentence you asked me to teach you?" Kurt asked, his ocean-blue colored orbs glimmering because of the sun's light. He ran his fingers through his long, dirty blonde hair.
"Uhm, was it; Du fär mig att le?" She questioned while looking directly into his ocean blue orbs, Kurt smiled and nodded, "Do you remember why you wanted to learn that?"
Aira thought for it for a second and the same phrase came to her, she ignored it. She ignored the throbbing pain, "Is it for Ian?" Joseph's eyes widened, "How did you-"
"Every time I try to remember. Every time I try to remember him. My brain won't stop throbbing. A voice kept screaming I don't want to remember. But, Kurt. I do! I do want to remember! I want to remember why my body refuses to remember him. I want to remember what his role is in my life! Kurt, I want to remember!" She cried.
But dear, don't you remember? You're the one who wished this madness.
Aira's eyes immediately widened at the sound of the familiar voice, "Who? Kurt, did you hear that?" She said, looking at her puzzled friend.
"Hear what?" Kurt began to question, Oh, dear. Your friend wouldn't hear me. Only those who had made wishes can hear me.
"Wait. What the-You again?!" Kurt screamed, glaring at no one in particular.
Ah, yes. Kurt Ekberg. Such a pleasant surprise to have finally see you here.
"Fan ta dig." He growled lowly, Ah, dear me. It wasn't my fault that you wished your mother was never born. It was your wish that caused it.
Aira's eyss immediately widened, "Your mother . . . Doesn't that mean-"
"I lost the memory of my mother. But having the will to remember her again, I did everything I could to defeat his spell." He growled, "He? It's a boy?" Aira questioned.
"No matter how girly his voice may sound, it's always been a he." He exclaimed with a soft, small smile. Bommer. You didn't have to tell her that now, would you?
"Knulla dig." He spoke through gritted teeth, "You made a deal with this guy?" Aira nodded in response. Kurt sighed in disbelief, "Is that the reason why you don't remember him?" Ohh, nice guessin', Sherlock. But unless her inner self refused to remember, it'll stay unknown.
They couldn't see it, but they could feel the smirk plastered across his lips, "I'm gonna rip that smile off your face." He growled. Then, a deep cheery laugh was heard.
I'd like to see you try.
Then, it was gone. She glance at Kurt who had his hands gripping into his dirty blonde hair. Breathing intensely and soon he glance at his friend.
"Really, Aira? Really? Haven't I thought you anything? Anything at all?" Aira sighed, "I'm sorry. Truly, I am. But I don't really remember why I made a deal with him."
Kurt sighed, "Look, you want to remember, right?" Aira nodded "Then keep on with that will until you remember him. Okay?"
Aira nodded in response. She desperately wants to remember Ian. Even though her mind kept throbbing painfully.
