You Came Back (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

Taylor's POV

I went to bed miserable the night before. How could Kyle not remember me? And when he ran off, it crushed me. I didn't understand. I left early to go on a walk and purchased a coffee from a small coffee shop on my way. I was walking by the fountain, morning dew still settled on the grass.
"Taylor!" A voice yelled. I turn and see its the guy that tackled me. I set down my coffee in case he goes to fight again.
"Woah you look like shit." He has an incredibly British accent.
"What do you want?" I hiss and pick up my coffee when I realize he wasn't going to strike.
"To explain. Sorry about tackling you the other day." He says.
"Then explain." I snap. He puts his hand up in mock surrender.
"Wanna sit?" He gestures to a bench. I follow him and watch how carelessly he strolls. He takes a seat and I sit on the far end.

"Okay, where do I begin. Kyle is my cousin. I assume you knew him when he was back in Michigan?" He asks.
"He was my boyfriend." His eyes widen.
"Do you remember calling him a little over a month ago?" I nod. I remember calling him very clearly.
"I picked up. I forget what I said, but if I was rude I'm sorry. Kyle is currently a selective mute after we were in a car accident. He also suffers memory loss, doctor says its permanent. He can't remember anything from the beginning of high school. It's my fault and I'm sorry." He plays with his hands. Anger shoots through me.
"How could you!" I stand up. The coffee spills over and its long forgotten.
"H-he, I loved him! And he doesn't remember!" My voice cracks and tears well in my eyes.
"I'm sorry okay? What do you want me say!" He stands and shouts. We seem to be the only ones awake.
"That its not- that it's not true." I quiet down. Then I laugh as I wipe a tear.
"So what? He's mute and can't remember anything and what? You just get to walk out perfectly fine! How fucking dare you!"
"I didn't walk out of it fine. I didn't walk out of it at all." He says. He reaches down and lifts his pant leg to reveal, oh my god, to reveal a prosthetic leg. My mouth is agape.
"Oh- oh my god- I'm sorry." I say immediately.
"My left leg was crushed. Doctors had to amputate it on the scene. Kyle was rushed to the hospital with a stop sign down the center of his head. I feel, fuck I still feel horrible. He had friends, another family. And he doesn't remember half of them." My eyes widen as he speaks.
"They almost had to amputate his whole arm, a glad shard was stuck so deep in his upper arm and fuck. It kills me. I love my cousin. Have since I met him. He was tired, timid for sure. He didn't know how to react to seeing me, but we were by each others side ever since. I ruined Kyle Richards life." I pause from listening.
"Kyle Richards? His name its Kyle Timmers." I tell him. He shakes his head.
"That was the last name for the doner. They used that name when they sent him to the orphanage. He's a Richards."
"No wonder he couldn't find you guys sooner. He was searching the wrong last name." I can't help the bitterness that seeps into my voice. I'm standing in front of the man that took my Kyle away from me.
"He had plans you know. He was going to come and live here with me and my roommate after a year. He didn't want to go see you guys. He wanted to stay, I made him go. I'm close with my family and I wanted him to have that." He hangs his head in shame.
"I'm Keith." He decides to introduce himself.
"Ah I remember Helen telling me that Kyle had a cousin named Keith." I say.
"You already know I'm Taylor." I add.
"You met Helen? And Sean I presume?" I nod.
"I drove them to the airport when they left. They hugged me and I thought I was their son when Kyle and I first met them."
"I can't believe they never told Kyle about you. His phone broke in the crash and he lost all contacts, that's probably why he never contacted any of you. I'm sure he would've had questions about you guys and how you were in his contact list." I nod.
"What's the time?" He asks. I check my phone.
"9:27." I answer.
"Shit I have a 9:30 class across campus." He takes off yelling a bye behind him. I stare down at my coffee cup. There went that. My first class was at 10. It was English. Nothing I was excited for.

Around 9:50 I decided I'd make my way across campus to my class. As I'm walking I see the familiar white hair. He has on the same outfit as yesterday; probably hasn't unpacked much yet, and a grey scarf more for style then warmth. I speed up and walk behind him. I grab his shoulder gently and he turns then jumps and ends up falling. He tries to crawl away from me. "I won't touch you! Promise." He looks hesitant and slowly stands up.
"Um, we haven't formally met. I'm Taylor. I'm uh, I'm sorry about yesterday you just, reminded me of someone I was very close with." I rub the back of my neck. This was still my Kyle. I had to get him back. He nods. Then he pulls out his phone and types something. Right. Mute.
I'm Kyle. He types.
"Nice to meet you. Where are you headed?" I ask.
10am English class:/
"Really? Me too. This might be too soon to ask since yesterday, but can we go together?" The tension is thick and I just want to slice through it and embrace him in my arms. He hesitantly nods. I smile and we start walking quietly.
"What are you majoring in? I'm an English major, not sure what I want to do in life though." I admit sheepishly. He types something in his phone and we slow our walk.
Cooking. I want to own a restaurant.
I remember him loving when we were back in Michigan.
Did you already know that? He waves his phone in front of my face. I chuckle nervously.
"Yea, I um," I pause to see he's wrote more.
Did you know me in Michigan? I've already encountered Lisa and Ty. I nod.
"So, how is it that you don't remember?" We enter the building and sit near the back.
I was in an accident. Lost my memory. I didn't want to tell him I already knew. I nod. The teacher walks in and the lecture starts. I notice Kyle is hardly focusing and looks tense. Do I make him like this? I slowly lean away from him just to test it and he relaxes. Ouch.