Amnesia

Chapter 4

*short chapter*

Alex stared at Luke. She knew deep down that she had to answer, but it was as if all her courage slipped away in a millisecond. But as she stared at Luke, she saw it. She saw everything. Everything, but yet nothing at all. It was like staring at a blank sheet of paper. The paper was there, she could see it, yet there was no writing on it.

And she tried so desperately to find her pencil, to fill in the words that need to be said, but there was no pencil found. Alex wanted to speak, to write her words on his paper, but she could say nothing.

Luke opened his mouth again, "I-I just wish that I could forget all the stupid little things. Like falling asleep next to you and how that felt. I don't want to live in this pain anymore because I know you won't come back. It hurts a lot, knowing that you moved on and left me behind. I love you, y'know." He paused and took in a deep breath. "I can't escape the memories of you. I remember that day you told me you were leaving, and the makeup on your face. It's permanently implanted in my brain, and I don't want it there. Every morning when I wake up, you walking away is the first thing I think of.

"I've been so miserable without you, Alexandra. I feel so alone now that you're gone. What do I do? What is there to do? I feel like my hands are tied. I'm just so-"

"I know."

Alex continued to stare at Luke. Luke looked to his lap, not being able to make eye contact with her.

"I know how you feel, Luke," she said, finally willing herself to speak up. "You don't think this hurts me too? I hate myself for what I did, but-"

"Then come back."

"You know I can't."

"And why not?"

Luke lifted his head to look at Alex square in the eyes. His heart was breaking slowly, cracking down the middle and sending a searing pain throughout his body. Alex could see his pain. Looking into his blue eyes, she saw the pain that she caused. She saw the nights where he cried himself to sleep, the mornings when he would look through the pictures of her and him, and every single moment he thought of her. She saw what he went through, and it made her wonder if he could see the same.

Alex sighed, shaking her head. She couldn't do this to him, but she felt like she needed to. She knew that this was a bad decision, but maybe, just for one night, everything could be okay again. Everything could be forgotten just for one night, and Alex wanted that one night right now.

She looked at Luke with such love, he could feel his heart slowly start patching itself up. And just like that, she pulled him in.

With lips locked, they cried silently. They both knew what this would lead to, but that didn't have a care in the world. This was a love everybody dreams of, and neither of them plan on letting this dream go. Even if it was just for tonight.

In fairytales, in a kiss, they say it's like magic. But it really isn't. It's more than magic. More than sparks and fireworks. It's more than the sensational burning of a Phoenix's fiery wings. It's just so much more than butterflies and shivers. What Alex and Luke felt was love. It felt like an unexplainable amount of love that no one could possibly begin to comprehend. It was something special and unique. Because love is a simple dance. You dance alone to your own rhythm until someone comes along and makes you move in a certain way that no one else can. That's what this kiss felt like. They were dancing on stars, and they didn't mind.

Because just for tonight, nothing in the world mattered except for each other. This is Love.