Her day started as normal as possible. She didn't get those weird-ass dreams she usually gets this time. She rushed to school and saw Kurt already waiting by the school gates.
A soft, genuine smile plastered across his lips, "Aira. How's the charm I gave you?" He asked excitedly, "Oh, you mean this?" Aira asked, showing him the glass-hour necklace he gave that was hidden underneath their school uniform.
"I didn't had those weird dreams because of this. Thanks, Kurt." She smiled, "That's nice. I texted Ian as well. He agreed to get your memories back. And since tomorrow is the start of our winter vacation, you'll be spending most of your time with him. That okay with you?"
Aira nodded in respond, "Kurt! Aira!" A man yelled off a distance then soon came in sight, "Ian! Spend the rest of the day with Aira, okay? I need her to remember you. I know . . . you have a lot to tell her. Now I'll be going. See you."
~*~
After school, Ian immediately dragged her into a place that they used to describe as . . . Magical. The arcade.
"What're we doing here?!" Aira asked through the loud music, "We're getting your memories back!" He yelled back, "But why here?!" She questioned, Ian only smiled and dragged her towards a familiar crane machine where the music was a little softer.
"Do you remember this crane machine?" Ian asked, placing his hand on the machine's one sided mirror, gazing at the plush toys that was held in it. Aira glance inside the machine, her eyes slowly glimmered.
"I remember this." She called, smiling at the penguin plushies that had been scattered, "I know you would. You would always push me here and begged me to get you one. I would always do as you say and all my lunch money would be wasted on tokens back then." He spoke softly, sniffling through the progress.
"Ohh." She mumbled softly, Ian smiled and took out a handful of tokens, insert in one and beginning to crane one of the penguins.
15 tokens later, Aira screamed at the top of her lungs as she buried her face into the penguin's stomach, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!" She squealed ice they got out and rested underneath a familiar old tree.
Ian laughed an adorable, husky laugh. The next thing she knew, Aira's cheeks burnt passionate red. "I really love your smile, Aira." Ian spoke out of the blue, making her jolt and feel rather uneasy, "But one day . . . your smile just . . . magically disappeared. You never smiled in front of me. You never laughed. You've gotten much more closer to Kurt than me. We've been friends since forever. But somehow . . . you've managed to built a wall between us." He spoke softly, so softly that she even thought he was just talking to himself. But he look back to gaze upon her dark colored orbs.
She managed to gaze back, staring deep into his black round orbs as the wind softly blows their hair. She saw something sparkle from his cheeks. Tears.
"Ian-"
"Do you remember this park, somehow?" Ian suddenly blurted out, avoiding her gaze, "Uh, yeah. Somehow. Kurt took me here weeks ago to get some fresh air."
"This is the park where your heart was broken for the first time. Do you remember Alex Benjamin?" Aira nodded, "How could I forget the jerk who broke my heart?" She growled lowly, Ian laughed, "Yeah. Do you remember who comforted you? Who broke that guy's nose?"
"Kurt Ekberg?"
"No . . . It was me, silly. I was the one who'd gone berserk and luckily, Kurt was there to stop me. More or less, I kinda swung my fist to his jaw and kind of broke it." He chuckled softly at the sweet memory, Aira couldn't help but feel the tears slowly making its way down her cheeks. Streaming endlessly as she watched Ian's eyes shone with such joy and memory.
"Oh, dang. Aira! Why-What?! Why are you crying? What's wrong? Did I-Did I say something terrible?" He asked worriedly. Aira hook her head, "It's just that . . ." she sobbed, "Every time I look at you. Every time I see your eyes, I see every memory we shared. And I hate the fact that . . ." her voice immediately crack, making her choke softly, "you're the only one who could reminisce. As I remain an innocent victim. I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry I forgot you. I'm . . . sorry." She cried. Feeling her heart ache miserably as her head began throbbing painfully.
Ian didn't say a word. He didn't have to. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Aira's fragile body. Feeling it shook violently as sobs of sorrow came out of her mouth. He felt her chest heaving, desperately begging for air as the tears flowed endlessly down her cheeks.
She's in pain. He knows. Because he suffered the same way she did.
"It's okay. That's why I'm here. I'm going to get your memories back. I promise."
