True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter Twenty-Five

The first few minutes we didn't talk, but then we started talking.

I remember once before we took a walk, but then quickly realized we hated walking or doing anything active.

"So, you're telling me we use to date?" He started off saying.

"Yea, we did." I said looking into the road we were on.

"But I don't even know you na..."

"Katrina, or Kat for short."

"Well, Kat, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not remembering..."

"No, no, it's not your fault. You didn't want to be in this mess,"

That's when I suddenly remembered the necklaces.

"Troye?" I asked and he stopped.

"Yea?"

I walked closer to him and grabbed the "K" charm of the necklace.

I just looked at it and felt it as he looked confused on why I was touching this strange necklace that randomly appeared to his perspective.

"Do you know what this is? Troye?" I asked creepily.

He looked down at me and said "No,"

"When you were in your coma, I gave this to you. I have this one," I said grabbing my necklace that was under my shirt.

"How long were we dating before the accident?" He asked.

"We dated for years. We were so young a few years ago. I wish I could just go back to that time, when we were just happy together."

"Me too. Look, I'm sorry I don't remember you, or pretty much anything for that matter, but the doctor said I will possibly remember you one day,"

"But what if you don't? Then I'll have nothing. I've been waiting three long years for this day to finally come and now it has! And you don't even remember me."

"I said I was sorry. I barely know who you are or if I even knew you before this accident. And for all I know, you could be a killer and push me into a car any second. But I feel safe around you. And I don't know if it's because we supposedly had a close relationship, or if I just do, but I know that my memory will come back to me. Just not today. You have to remember that I'm still the same Troye you had before the accident, but I just forgot."

"Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"The doctors said I've lost all my memory in the last five years. But I remember a few things like that I'm not still fifteen and I'm a grown man so,"

"Good enough for me." I laughed.

"Good. So do you have any pictures of when we were together, or something that might get back my memory?"

"Of course, my phone is filled with pictures of us."

We began walking again after I showed him some pictures that brought back no memory what so ever. It took us about a half an hour to get back and he learned some things about me, and himself.

Once we got back to Emma and I's apartment, Troye looked clueless on where we were.

"You good?" I asked.

"Yea, I just...I lived here?"

"Yes! You did! Is there anything wrong with your home?!" I asked laughing.

"No, I just feel I would live in a more artsy home,"

"Well I guess you don't remember what our room looks like."

"What?"

"I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall, into the room we used to share.

The moment he saw our room, his jaw dropped and he looked shocked.

"I remember this..."