Lysander Jackson had always been a bit strange. With his odd, almost sharp looks, he stuck out like a sore thumb in a crowd.
He was never one to make very many friends, as he was estranged from people after his father was abusive to him when he was young. To be honest, it was almost a miracle that he had ever plucked up the courage to talk to Thyme. Never the less, he had, and for that, he, his mother, and a whole bunch of social workers would be eternally grateful.
He had barely moved from her side since she arrived at the hospital, and he had watched her bruises fade and scars take the place of cuts. She was still beautiful to him though, and he knew she always would be.
But she had forgotten him. Eleven years of friendship, inside jokes, poking fun at those who considered themselves popular, gone. As though it never existed. His Thyme had been wiped away, and a new girl had taken her place. He felt abandoned.
However, now that he knew she was safe, her soft, steady breathing was slowly lulling him to sleep. That night he had the best nights sleep he had had in two months.
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Teen FictionThyme Fiddler was just an ordinary girl when she first met Lysander Jackson. But when she is almost killed in a hit and run accident, it's a race against time to regain her memories, before they're lost forever.
