Can You Forget Me.

"If ever I die tomorrow. Can you..."

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Arghh, again with that dream. Still that blurry dream. Still that unfinished sentence. What's with that dream?

It started days ago after my car accident. My mom said I got an unconfirmed amnesia due to my doctor said that a part of my brain involving memories is damaged but i can recall things easily, all of my game accounts, social accounts, my family tree, names of my friends. Almost all the things they ask, I answered it with ease. So the doctors will be monitoring me for a couple of days.

Anyway, I'm in a hospital, been here for almost a month but i just woken up one week ago. As they said i should stay for more days to observe about my sudden headaches and other complications. Ah, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tristan Cline Lancaster, 17 years old, studying in Lancaster Academy which my Uncle manages, straight-A student which i found amusing because I'm lazy and usually sleeps in class, but I ace my exams so...yeah. Currently having troubles with my memory storing part of my brain as i've said before. To sum it all up, I'm okay...I guess.

"Mom..Is there anything to drink?"

"Wait, Ill check...Yes, only softdrinks though."

"Is there a water option?"

"No water, do I need to grab some?"

"Nah, I'm gonna do it myself."

Its early in the morning, just woken up and so thirsty. I tried to get up but the force of gravity is really strong in the morning. But I need to resist it, so I got up and look for a vendo....Seriously where is it? I'm searching the whole perimeter but still no vendo in sight. I'm gonna look below then....and there it is, the glorious vendo~! This is where something weird happen, headaches again...that drink...where did I saw that.

*this is a flashback/cracks of Tristan's lost memories*

"....HEY~! Treat me some sprite~"

"Let's look for a vendo, okay?"

"Okay."

"So, in can or bottled?"

"The 1.5 liter one lol joke, an in can would be suffice...."

An image of a girl...arhh headaches...and I'm losing consciousness..Then wake up again, I'm in my bed. Mom sleeping in the sofa, time check... 1 AM?!

"I slept the whole day? Just because of that drink? The heck is wrong with me?! *sigh* I'm just gonna doodle then until morning."

So, I grabbed the nearest notebook I can find which have this cover quote " My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." which if I am right is from the book, "The Fault In Our Stars". Its familiar I don't know why. The notebook is full of drawing of this girl and heck the artist is good, I'm jealous I cant draw like that. The girl is simple yet gorgeous, so many pages of her image, all not looking except one, and its actually a picture with a note, "First Time Smiling in a Photo" The girl in the photo is different from the drawings, I think. The girl in the photo is more beautiful than the one in the drawings. The drawings and photo may look similar but I can sense that they are different. I also don't know why. 

Anyway after scanning the picture and drawings, I finally finished a doodle(im kinda good at doodling hahaha) at the middle part of the notebook ( the first and last pages of the notebook are full of notes and drawings). My eyes finally gave up so I went to sleep with a question in my mind.

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"Who the hell owns that notebook?"

(A/N: All of my sincere thanks to Carrotcake19 for helping me get the courage to make this story hahaha, i'm gonna edit it again later but I think she needs to see this so im gonna publish this. Anyway this is actually my first story(not actually first story but first published story) so, sorry if ever you get dizzy as the story transitioned)