The Forget-Me-Not Notes

A\N  This is my first original peice on Wattpad so I hope you enjoy this story. It takes place during the late 1800s though I'm not promising you any historicly correct facts. Now, I have put the basic story here, but there are (Lets see if I can explian this) spaces in the story. They are spaces that I didn't really want to tell you about, things that I wanted to let you make up for yourselves. I like to think of it like... Reader interaction with the story. For instance, where the notes came from. Where Eva got Memoria. That kind of stuff. Alright, I think that's all I wanted to make a note of... So enjoy the story! Vote, Fan, Comment, whatever you want. I simply adore your comments and I always respond to comments. Thanks! Enjoy Amigos!

It was her absolute calmness about everything that first caught my eye. Despite the pandemonium that ensued around her that fateful market day, she slipped through the crowd like an unseen shadow, dodging the flying fruitcakes, pots, and stray knitting needles expertly.

People will always ask me what it was like to be in the midst of the mad battle between market sellers, for it was the most exciting day our tiny town had ever had. But all I would be able to say was,

“It was crazy. It was loud.” That would be all. I would have no details exactly what was happening, no funny stories about how the baker tripped over the tailor while running to ambush the butcher. Because my eyes were on the girl. The girl with eyes the color of morning dew and hair as light as silk and the color of the night sky before the sun rise.

She had been following a woman whom I assumed was her sister, for she was too young to be her mother and too old to be a friend. They sped with equal mystifying smoothness through the marketplace, though her sister seemed to understand the madness of the situation and had an expression of subtle panic on her face.

I followed them and it was lucky that I did, for the candle maker and the blacksmith were in a heated duel and just as the beautiful duo stepped into their path, the blacksmith threw a sharp tool at the candle maker who dodged it. The tool flew straight at the face of the dark haired girl and quicker than I thought possible I appeared next to her and caught it inches from her face.

She looked up at my with her doe eyes and nodded a thank you before her sister took her hand and whisked her away. I continued to follow and when we were finally out of the seller war her sister turned to the girl completely ignoring me and hissed,

“I must call home. We will be returning as soon as time permits. I am done in this town. Stay here.” Then she glided away. Leaving the raven haired girl alone.

She turned to me, and coked her head in confusion.

“Do you need anything, boy?” She said,

It was now my turn to be puzzled,

“I just saved your life back there, Miss.”  I said,

She appeared surprised, and looked back at the market, then back at me.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Please forgive me; my memory is not in the best condition if you know what I mean.” She looked awfully melancholy for a moment. Then the melancholy look vanished replaced by confusion once more.

“Do you need anything, boy?”

I was startled, when suddenly I understood.

“Do you forget things?” I asked,

The girl shook her head and her eyes lit up,

“Oh fiddlesticks.” She huffed, “Now I remember. I’m terribly sorry, sir. You must understand, memories come and go as they like in my mind.”