The Last Memory

What's His Name?

"Flames and fire seem to flood in every corner. Some reports say that no one is uninjured. A few people have major burns caused due to the short circuit during the Homecoming which set the house on fire. The flames spread like the flowing wind, engulfing everyone it could reach.
While others, the bystanders, state that the fire was an intentional accident (note the paradoxical implement) and homecoming was a trap, because the people who were called for the celebration were never been contacted in past few years."

"May, run. Help your brother and move out of the house. Quickly. Go. Now"
Mom pushed me towards the basement as my face soked with the doubtful tears. Doubtful, if I'd see my mom again. Doubtful, if I'd live to see anything ever again.

I was pulled out of my reverie when I heard someone distinctly calling my name. "Fairy! Fairy, come out. The ceiling is going to fall, come on fairy. Come out."
Dylan.
My Fairy God mother. He'd been there whenever I've fallen down and bandaged my scrapped knee, always held my hand in the crowds, and stood by my side in the School, through the bully howls. I wonder if I'd be able to be with him again. Doubtful if I'll ever be able to tell him how much I appreciate his support.

I felt my hand been pulled out from the now on fire Window, and I felt myself seeping into the comfortable arms of black. I felt someone rushing me, the beeping alarm of the Ambulance nearing as I felt myself being lifted and my back being rested on something hard yet comfortable. My eyes felt glued as I tried to open them and I heard a very familiar voice, "Please don't give up. Everything will be fine, Fairy. Just please don't give up." Whisper in my ears, fainting with every word which was being spoken.
"Dylan" was all I thought before I slipped into nothingness.

"Wake up, Fairy. Wake up. Please.
Wake up"
I feel a voice quiver and beg near my ear as I feel someones firm grip on my shoulder, shaking me lightly.
I open my eyes to meet a strangely beautiful yet familiar pair of sea green eyes with a hint of dark blue, worry clearly swirling in them.

My breath quickens as I realize the proximity of the person whom I fairly recognize as Dy and push him a little, looking into his eyes and silently begging him to give me some space to breath. As if contemplating my request, he backs off, but instead of sitting back in his seat, he turns around and towards the Exit.

When his retorting back vanishes from my line of sight, I ask,
"What happened? Did I space out or something? " even though I know the answer, I want to know what happened to make Dy leave the diner with hurt pasted on his face. What happened before I woke up?

After a pause, and a defeated Doubtful sigh, Damon starts speaking,
" Yes. You did. After the food arrived, we started stuffing our faces when something felt off about the table and then Dy noticed that you passed out while waiting for the food. You were mumbling something and sobbing, silently. He came and sat next to you and started whispering something by the line 'Everything will be fine, Fairy. Please don't give up'."

"You were shaking ever so lightly but your body went numb after you said something which drained the color off of Dy's face and then he started to shake you, and wake you up. And you did. You woke up  and pushed him away, and with hurt evident on his face, he walked out of here."

"Let us get home " I plead Damon," Please"
With a single nod of his head, he stands up and walks out of the door, while Jason offers me his hand and pulls me up and towards the door, not before hugging me protectively and whispering , "I'm here for you, Ape. Just never give up the fight."

I look at him, with a confused smile on my face. Noticing my stare, Jason looks away, trying to cover his flushed cheeks.

I coo and try to pinch his cheeks. Try. But he swats my hand away.

We walk towards the exit, hand in hand. On reaching the car, Jason opens the door and lets me and himself in, handing me my parcel of French fries, pancakes, the cinnamon roll, my protein bar and the Pigs in blanket.

The atmosphere in the car feels suffocating because of the disaster, as I refer it as, that took place not 10minutes ago, caused by me. To lighten the mood, I do the first best thing that comes in my mind.

I turn the radio on and boom the speaks to full volume as Closer by Chainsmokers starts playing.

No move.

Contemplating the situation, I realize that the least I can do is apologize to Dy for being such a bitch. And so, I do the next best thing.

I bend forward, close to Dy's ear, and as I am about to speak, Damon takes a right turn, making me grip Dy's shirt for support, involuntarily pulling him closer to me.
He looks at me with a confused look on face and my cheeks burn red with embarrassment.

My breath becomes shaky from all the adventure that I involuntarily chose to happen and my words come out muffled as I lean forward, towards his ear and Whisper "Sorry" and peck him on his cheek.

As if on queue, my stomach growls loudly and I smile sheepishly, sitting back in my seat and greedily open the parcel, stuffing my face with Pancakes. Partially because of hunger and partially to cover up my previous embarrassing moves.

*But it felt good.*
Yes. It did.
*And he is cute too*
I know.
*Go. Get him.. *
Shut up.
*Gooo! *
No.
*sighs*Idiot*
A long dramatic sigh. Shut up!
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I might have been eating like a pig, because Damon gives me 'The look' from the rear view mirror and Dy has this amused grin plastered on his face and suddenly, I feel bad for pushing him away, when all he was trying to do was help me. Such a Bitch.

But I feel something else towards him too.

I feel this familiar attraction towards him, like I've known him since a long time. Like, like He knows something that I don't.
Why does he space out whenever I speak something?

And, except all these questions, what nudges in my guts the most is this question which probably makes my Heart go on a Sulphur ride.

What's his Full name?

And why did he call me fairy instead of May?