One-Shots

Amnesia

A longing.

A pulling.

Some long-lost, black and white memory tugged at the back of her mind.

That was a surprise.

She didn't remember anything before someone had hit her with a club.

What was that they called her condition?

Right. That was it.

Amnesia.

But for some reason, her mind urged her to sneak out of her house and go to the garden.

On her way there, she wondered why she was doing this.

Why did she remember this path so well? What was so important about the garden at midnight? Why was she excited? Had something happened here before?

Questions.

That's all she seemed to ask herself lately.

Useless questions that she couldn't figure out the answer to.

With a long sigh, she reached the garden. She looked around hoping that something would spark a memory.

Nothing.

She started to turn away when she noticed a human-like shadow in the corner of the garden.

"Hello?", she cried out to the mysterious shadow.

Nothing came in response.

She started to leave again when the shadow moved.

"Sam?", it breathed out quietly.

She turned slowly...and almost stopped breathing.

The man before her was gorgeous. He had short black hair that was styled to give it the I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-I'm-so-sexy look, electrifying blue and green eyes that reminded her of an ocean, and olive colored skin. He was wearing a Black Veil Brides t-shirt (hmmm.... that name seemed familiar. She would have to look into that later...), black skinny jeans, black Vans, and a pair of beat-up blue headphones was around his neck.

In other words, he made her feel like a peasant standing next to a god.

She looked down at herself and suddenly felt self-conscience. She was wearing a long black t-shirt that came down to her thighs, a pair of black short-shorts, and no shoes. Her long, curly, tangled brown hair was hanging down her back in tresses and her dark green eyes were encrusted with sleep.

"Sam", he said louder. "It's really you!"

He swept her into a bone-crushing hug.

Something about his warm embrace, his lemon-lavender-fresh paint-wood scent, the way he said her name, and the way he held her seemed so familiar. But she didn't remember anything about him... or ever seeing him before.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?", she asked him.

"WHAT?!" He jumped away from her as if he was electrocuted. "You-you don't remember me? It's me, Sam! It's me Alex!!"

"I-I'm-I'm sorry. I don't remember you.", she replied.

"Come on, Sam. Look at me. Don't you remember our meetings here every night? Don't you remember how we met? Don't  you remember us, Sam? Don't you remember me?", Alex asked. He looked at her pleadingly. "Sam. Please. Try to remember us. Try. You have to!"

She tried. She tried going back in her memory. She tried to remember anything she could.

"I can't. I'm sorry.", she said softly. "Somethings about you seem familiar, but that's all."

"No. No, No, No. NO. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!", he screamed as he turned around and started sprinting away, tears streaming down his face.

For some reason, she felt compelled to follow this strange boy who seemed to know her.

"Hey! Wait! WAIT UP!", she yelled, running after the sobbing boy.

If he heard her, he showed no sign as he just kept on running.

After a little while of running, he collapsed on the ground, chest heaving and tears streaking his already wet face.

"Alex!", she yelled at him and collapsed on the ground next to the boy.

"Go away", he mumbled. "You don't remember. There is no point in us speaking anymore."

"No."

"GO.", he replied, a little more forcefully this time.

"I'm not leaving."

"Why not?"

"I may not remember you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know you.", she said as she titled his head up, looking into his shining blue-green eyes.

"Really?"

"Really. Let's start over."

And with that, the pair looked at each other and smiled in the light of the full moon.

So softly, she almost didn't hear it, she heard Alex whisper, "Let's make new memories."