Klance/Langst Oneshots

Forgotten

I know that I met you roughly around a few months ago, at least my friends told me I met some guy who I decided to hang out with.

I apparently told you the same story I tell to anyone who shows interest in me, and the exact words I said were
"I will forget you."

I was in a car crash when I was sixteen. My brain damage was so severe that I am not able to make new memories. I remember who I am, I remember my family and friends, I remember my last few school days and the day of the crash. But every day after that is just blank. I couldn't go to school anymore and all my dreams got destroyed. My friends try to help me by video taping all our hangouts and Hunk even gave me a journal, they're great.

Back to you,
When I met you, it was on one of my hangouts with my friends. In my favorite milkshake shop since I was 8, one of the places I feel normal where most the people in the store I wouldn't forget after a day. But I saw you, I didn't know you and with all the knowledge I knew to not do something stupid. I walked up to you and said hi, Pidge recorded everything.
What weird is, is that I still remember I found you astonishing. Weird right? After not remembering things for years I remembered you, well only that you were beautiful and excited. But that is more than anything since that dreadful day. You liked my charms, at least Pidge said she picked that up and you didn't care if I would forget you. You gave me a piece of paper that had a time and place on it, and you told me to meet you there the next day.

Luckily my friends were there to remind me the fallowing day. Hah I read that I sticked the note on my journal because that's the first thing I look at in the morning when I forgotten everything and I look through it, I was so confused apparently but Hunk brought me to you. In the park that apparently you hang out in a lot. We talked and had a good time. You gave me another note and so this apparently became a habit.

From what I read in my journal this went on for about a month, and what funny is every time I read our adventures I get this feeling and it certainly wasn't the first time I felt that, I described that feeling also in my journal. You were something special, special to me. You have been the only thing I could remember after the incident, the only thing that became new and familiar instead always something unknown. It was nice.

And without even seeing a video of our adventures (Pidge let me borrow her camera) I can vaguely remember your silhouette, that you have long hair, and a special smile. But your face is still blurred for me, and at those times I'm really thankful for technology. Because everyday I find out you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen on this planet.

One day, I didn't bring the camera. And I regret that now. It was the last day I ever saw you, we had a great night, and apparently it was around 10 PM and we were walking around the park in the dark. Laughing and happy.
You stopped for some reason and I looked confused, that's when you leaned in and kissed me. My first kiss actually. I remembered I never have been kissed when I was sixteen, and nobody stayed around long enough after everything to kiss me. Embarrassing right? 24 and never been kissed. I liked it tho, so I read. I got that feeling again when you kissed me and every time after that when I read my journal.

The only words I wrote down that day was from you,
"Hey Lance, so you don't forget when you wake up let me write my name." This time not paper note, you grabbed a pen out of your pocket and wrote on my hand. I smiled dumbly probably. In the time I have known you I never wrote down your name, and seeing all those videos I never said or heard your name. Weird huh?

I went home, wrote down about the day like the usual and went off to sleep. The part when I will forget.
And the next day....

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The comfy warmth left as the blanket fell down to the ground, he stirred before waking up from the sudden change. He looks around in a familiar but yet different surrounding, he looks around and quickly spots a bright blue and purple journal right next to his head. Lance reaches for it before laying back down and opening it, immediately at the first page it says

Hi Lance,
This is past you! I know it's weird that you can't seem to remember yesterday but you were in a car crash and because of that you lost that ability to have new memories. BUT before you cry like you did the first week of finding it out, Hunk gave you this. This journal has your adventures in it some simple and stupid some fun a spectacular! You don't have to read it all, but you do need to read like the last few pages those are from the day before or days. I hope you write new adventures today, btw Pidge has some videos of our adventures just ask her for a specific date and she'll probably have it!

Bye bye,
Lance

He skips to the end trying to find the last written chapter yet of the book, Lance read through the day, smiling at what happened and reliving the same feeling he gets every time, so familiar. But when he gets to the end reading about the name exchange he looks at the palm of his hand, and his whole mood drops. Tears well up in his eyes and he drops the journal, written on his hand was no name.

' I love you '

Lance whimpers and whispers,
"I can't remember your name with this..."

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I asked my friends if they knew your name, they thought I written it down but I never did. I'm not even sure you ever told me. You also never gave me a note saying a place and a time, like usually. You disappeared, and I was broken. The first few times I read this and my previous thoughts of you disappearing and never coming back, I was angry, angry at you. I even hated you for a while. You hurt me and just left. But those feelings turned in to thinking why someone like you would ever want to stay around with me, a person who can't remember. Who you have to introduce yourself to every time you meet.

Those feelings and thoughts gotten less luckily, but you never returned. Pidge even tried to trace you, but, you disappeared from everything.

I still hang out at the milkshake shop where I met you for the first time, I actually still wait for you sort of, at least hoping I will see you even if I can't seem to remember you. But that will never happen.

I should move on, I ripped out every single chapter in my journal containing even the slightest bit of you in it. I put them somewhere I don't know where, Pidge told me I didn't throw them away. But there gone, I asked Pidge to lock the files of you away, I don't have the heart to erase you totally, but even if I deleted everything from you for good, I would still feel a presence that is missing, a feeling that I can't recall. I'm not able to get rid of you, but I can forget you.

This is my letter to you that you'll probably never get. My last words to you.

And you know what, you have given me so much joy, I don't regret a thing. Not meeting you or erasing you. None. And I'll return the words you gave to me,

I love you.

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Lance puts down his paper on the oh so familiar table in the cosy shop, he stands up and waves to the man who has served him milkshakes since he was 8 and left. But he gave a last glimpse to the paper he left behind before he met the cold air of January.

A raven haired boy watched him leave, he drank the last of his milkshake before heading to the just deserted table, he stares at the paper with a soft but sad smile. He grabs the paper and takes his leave waving off the man behind the counter,
"I love you too."