The Artist

Prologue

"I was fading. I wasn't fading from her friends, family, or the world. i was fading from myself. Constantly losing the feeling of myself. Everything started when the fire nation attacked....joking. You were five maybe six when they noticed your memory was fading." I placed the black book on my lap and sighed.

"This will help you. You were the one who decided to write diaries so that you would remember," The lady who looked very similar to me said. I studied her dark brown curly hair and tan skin. I looked into her hazel eyes and tried to find comfort. My mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that she was my mother. We looked the same but the memories were a blur. I turned the other way and stared out the window.

"Ryo please don't push us away. It's these moments that you need us the most." She said and placed her hand on mine.

"Need who the most? After the little I've read, I know that I didn't like you, my older brother disappeared, and my real dad is in prison. So tell me who I'm supposed to need," I said and pushed her hand off of mine.

"What about me,"a deep voice said from the door. I looked at his shoes and then let my eyes slowly take him in. He wasn't tall but he wasn't short.

"What makes you important to the story of my life," I asked and tilted my head. A smile crossed his face. It was the smile of remembrance.

"This reminds me of the time you first brought him home." my mother said as she walked out of the room. The man smiled and sat in her previous seat.

"You're not in this volume," I said and held up the notebook, "So I have no clue who you are."

"You and your family warned me about this and I definitely wasn't expecting this," he said and ran his hand through his hair. I noticed the markings that completely covered his hand.

"I'm guessing that you were my boyfriend."

"And you're right," he smiled proudly.

"But...as of now I don't know your personality and you don't seem important, so I really don't want to see you right now. " I looked him in the eye and watched his smile drop. He stood up abruptly.

"Ryo, I know you're confused and I know that you can't get a hold of your feelings, but we've been together for twelve years. You gave me the nickname Domini when we we're in third grade. You were my first love. I sat next to you as you happily stated facts about the rain as your eyes counted each drop that ran the length of the window. We were each other's muses. I understand your decision, just remember that you'll always be able to contact me." He stood up and walked to the door. He looked back once and let a single tear roll down his face, with that he left.

I took a deep breath and stared out the window. I counted every single drop of rain that hit the window.