-Klaus X Dave- My Love Drug

Where Did The Memories Go

Ben looked at me and he knew exactly what I was thinking about.

"Don't worry, Klaus. I'm right here. I'm here enough," he sighed, "Think of happy things. Remember that time we got high off sniffing sharpies?"

I laughed and said "Of course I do. Dad was like 'Number Four and Number Six you are to stop that this instant' and we didn't just to piss the old fart off."

"It was your stupid idea."

I nodded, fully aware of the fact that it was my stupidity that caused that event. All six of us seemed to have pretty stupid ideas as children. Five was the reason we'd sneak out for doughnuts, Allison and Luther used to sneak away and go wherever, Ben and Diego used to drag me along to this pond they found.

Vanya mostly just watched us be stupid. I don't think anyone really knew her very well. She even hardly counted herself as part of The Umbrella Academy, much less did Dad or any of my other siblings. There were two things that were quite special about Vanya.

She was super good at playing violin and she could listen to anyone's problems. I've never met anyone as understanding.

Except for Dave. He understood me perfectly.

Dave Katz was a perfect man. He was crafted by the creator to be the most perfect being.

I was just missing him. I knew he had only left around thirty minutes before I ended my conversation with Ben, but with a boy like him I couldn't help it. He was a good boy, the very best boy.

He was my sweetheart. 

What broke my heart is that I didn't get to see him for five whole days. I mostly tried to play patty-cakes with Ben, just to see if he could touch anything. He unfortunately didn't. What touched my wide range of emotions was the fact that when Dave came back he was not quite the same. He had a look in his eyes that screamed terror. The look escaped his eyes for a few seconds when he saw me.

That made the both of us smile. Being someone's reason to smile changed my word.

Also being a purple heart recipient changed my world, but not as much as Dave did. 

Too bad I temporarily misplaced the award. It would have been cool to show off to people, along with telling them I got shot in the head and lived. 

It turns out that I had left it in a little bag that I attached to the time-travel case. That was something I decided was special to me so I didn't sell it for drugs. 

The night that I found it in the little bag was the night that Dave died. We were out on the front lines, and I clearly remember running out of ammunition, then finding Dave dying. Nobody came for him to help, and I had to watch him die. I couldn't do a thing. All I could do was return back home to my time period, and hope for the best.

I was so mad at the world, but it was Dave who was alone, sad and dead.