Two Broken Hearts

(Ryan's P.O.V.)

I greet Lillian on the phone with a shy hello. 

I don't know why this happened but I know its mental and it's breaking my heart seeing and hearing my girl like this. 

Her voice stammers in a question "R-Ryan?" I say "Yeah?" She asks "Why is your name on my phone 'My Savior' with an open white heart and a closed black heart?" 

My heart skips a beat at my name in her phone. She kept it like that. 

I stammer "Meet me at B-Bj's...oops sorry, I'll just come to pick you up." She questions "Why and how do you know where I live?"I say "Just, allow me to reintroduce myself when I get there okay?" She answers "Okay, bye!" in an overly giddy tone. 

She's lost it all. Her past, everything. This is the chance of a lifetime, I can reintroduce myself and correct my mistakes with her in the...I mean our beginning. 

I leave the room and go to her assigned room. Lately, I've been sleeping here. Given the fact that her closet contains some of my clothes. 

I attempt to quickly change into a red t-shirt and black skinnies. My legs carry me to my Ford truck, and I drive to her apartment. My eyes take in the beautiful complex laced with an apartment here and there. Hers is by far the most stunning one. I arrive at her flat and get out of my truck. I knock on the door softly and hear her small voice say "Come in!" with her old cheery voice. 

I've missed hearing her like this. I know it's cliche due to the fact she has amnesia, but her being how she was before everything, is everything to me. 

I open the door to reveal my red-haired beauty in a pair of purple skinnies and a black t-shirt. She giggles as she sees me and says "This shirt was randomly in my closet so I put it on and these purple skinny jeans." Little does my beauty know that the shirt she's wearing is one of my old tees. She smiles and twirls around saying "These skinnies are already my favourite." Just like her old self. A blush takes over her features and she says "Ryan?" I get eager and say "Yes Lillian?" She says "Do I flirt?" I respond "Yes, but never when you first meet someone. You've just met me so by now you'd be shy and curious about me." She stammers "Oh o-ok." We jump in my Ford truck and drive to the restaurant I'm in love with. We find an open table and sit there. She smiles brightly and says "So...my name is Lillian. What's yours?" I say "Ryan Brock. And your last name is Styles, love." A giggle escapes her lips and she says "Nice to meet you, Ryan Brock." I say "The pleasure's all mine, Lillian Scott." She says shyly "So what am I like?" 

My face brightens at the question. What my Lillian is like. Where do I begin on what my Lillian is like? 

I state "You are beautiful and cocky. Smart, charming and a flirt like a love god. Challenging, relentless, talented, determined, loving, caring, terrific personality, friendly and super outgoing. And you a...were mine." She looks at the ground "Was yours?" I nod as tears threaten to blur my vision. Her heart sinks at my words and she says "I'm sorry." 

She's still sensitive, still my girl. 

I attempt a smile and say "Don't worry, we'll get her back. I promise." She looks at her left ring finger where her promise ring sits. She asks "What is this?" as she slides off the ring. I say "The promise ring I got you." Her eyes light up and a beautiful, stunning smile takes over her features. "It's beyond gorgeous." I smile and say "Just l-like you." 

A blush takes over her features as she smiles. Her smile is pure radiant. I've missed her old smile. The way her lips shape to form such beauty is a mystery to me. She looks up at me and places a small kiss on my cheek. 

She's gonna become my best friend again. I smile and my cheeks flush. So now we are retrying our friendship, and I have a full new shot at our first time as boyfriend and girlfriend. She's happier since that happened. Since everything changed for her. 

She forgot about her past, she's a whole new person because of that. She'll never be the same and it appears to me that I'm going to have to make her remember who she used to be. She's never gonna be who she was after everything because I'm going to prevent her from that. I-I hope I can prevent her from that.