Sanders Sides OneShots

Amnesia Au (Prinxiety)

Really quick, if you've requested something, I may not get it into this book, I will be making a second oneshot book, and I'll try to get as many of the requests into this book as I can. But if it's not in this one, it will be put in the next one. As of now, counting the dafts I have in my book, I can only put 2 more in here. This is part 197, so give or take a few, I may end up putting some drafts to the side, and uploading them in a new oneshot book when this one is full. Sorry.

Enjoy...

Unedited - feel free to point out errors.

T.W. Maybe?

I drove by all the places
We used to hang out getting wasted

Their laughter filled the air, and both were way too drunk, they said it was a celebration, but something in the back of their minds said it was something more. A date, maybe. Or maybe they were celebrating, they didn't know, maybe it was just something... new and exciting, a thrill to share together. Their hands were together, fingers laced, their hands were sweaty, yet neither cared. They loved the feeling, and they enjoyed where they were. The green extended for miles around, a large field they'd found, well... he'd found when his now boyfriend wasn't his boyfriend. He'd run into his boyfriend there, it was where they'd shared their first kiss, where they had late night talks, they star gazed, and more. The tree they'd climb, or sit under stood tall in the centre if the field, it's leaves cast shadows that enabled them to hide from the heat of the sun.

After that, they'd find new and interesting places to go, "dates." They'd said. But in reality, they went to these new places to drink, they drank to forget, drank until they couldn't walk, until they spoke their thoughts, neither knowing what the other said the next day, and their words became thoughts again.

He drove around the town, the memory of his boy- no... ex-boyfriend still fresh in his mind. He couldn't help but miss it... miss him. He saw the places they hid out, their only care being each other and the bottles they held in their hands. That was it. They didn't care about school, or work, or home. Just each other. He realised that was the beginning of the end... but it was too late to change it.

I thought about our last kiss
How it felt, the way it tasted

Their lips met in a fiery passionate kiss, his soft lips contrasted his boyfriends chapped, dry lips. Yet neither cared, it was one of their sober, loving, caring kisses. The one that meant everything to them. The one that grounded them both, when they were too lost in thought. It was slow, but said everything words couldn't. When they parted, their foreheads met, along with their gazes. Neither knew at the time that it would be their last kiss. They relished the moment, saw the love held in each other's eyes. It was them against the world.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road, his vision clouded with tears, why did he do it? Why didn't he try harder? Why did he let his whole world go? He messed up, and he couldn't reverse it. He wanted to forget. To let go, but something always cropped up and reminded him, hurt him more.

And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
Are you somewhere feeling lonely
Even though he's right beside you
When he says those words that hurt you
Do you read the ones I wrote you?

He slipped the note into his boyfriends bag... he knew they weren't going to last, he knew it was crumbling, and he couldn't help it. His boyfriend had said he was going to move out for a while, and that he hoped that they could work through that argument, like all the others they had worked through.