Finding Forgiveness {Jerza}

Unforgettable

A/N: Anyone else who's a fan of MCR see The Black Parade anniversary video tease? I'm still very upset over it, after the website confirmed there would be no reunion or tour. So sad.

-A

Erza's P.O.V.

It was going on 3am.

Lots of people came through the hotel room today. A group of cats, a laid-back man named Gray, and obsessive lover by the name of Juvia, a frightening yet seemingly kind man named Gajeel, A childish woman named Meredy, and an actual child named Wendy. 

Levy never came back.

When Gajeel heard she'd left, he went to go find her. The rest of stayed up for awhile and chatted about their day.

They knew they couldn't talk about any past memories because if I tried to remember I'd be a danger to myself.

I felt weak.

I felt useless.

This was my own problem, yet so many people took it into their own hands to make sure I was okay.

I can't remember anything about myself lately.

I know that I used to know. But... Now I don't.

I was currently sitting in the bedroom that was supousedly mine. Lucy had informed me that I shared this room with the blue-haired man, whose name I always seem to forget. However, when I asked him about it, he said not to worry and that he'd just sleep on the couch in the living room.

I had pulled my legs into my chest and sat, captivated by the night time sky. The stars glistened as the moon kept careful watch over the world below.

Was that why he was so sad?

We're we... A couple?

He was attractive, I could understand why I'd like him.

But I couldn't help but admit.... Memory-less me wanted to know what he was really like. Right now, he was all doom and gloom because of...

Oh, right. 

Because of me.

I hugged my knees tighter, thinking about the future.

What if I never remember who I am?

What if I'm never able to remember all of these people?

What if I begin to loose the ability to speak? Or move? Will I just become a voiceless, empty body?

What happens if my body forgets how to breathe, or how to make my heart beat?

Most importantly, the man who could potentially be my husband for all I know?

My heart raced in it's cage as tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't help but feel absolutely and utterly infuriated with myself. 

How could I be so- so--

"So idiotic!" I shouted angrily, landing a half-formed fist to the side of my head.

I was going to forget him, I was going to forget my entire life. No, I remember-

He is my entire life. 

Everything I've ever stood for, everything I've ever fought for- Was in hopes of one day being able to save the boy who saved me.

How do I know that?

And if I know that, why can't I remember his name!? Why can't I remember any images, but these words are coming so easily!?