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Myosotis Bouquet [4] ◤Route Series◢

◤Author's note : heeeeeeeeeere's sallyyyyyyyyyy ◢  

The next day had come, and the first thing you did after eating breakfast and taking a bath is to go to Todd's apartment to try and ease your nerves.

Somehow thinking of how Sal will react suddenly scared you after hearing from Todd that he's pissed. 

It probably took you an hour for you to gain confidence and calm down, with Todd still sleepy but awake enough to help you with your problem. You hugged him before finally heading out of the apartment, and going up the elevator to the fourth floor. You hug yourself as you walk to room 402, rehearsing the first words you'll be saying to Sal. A simple "can I talk to you"? Should suffice.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, it opens to reveal a tall man with blue hair. You stumble over your words, failing to speak properly.

"Ah, hello, Y/N, are you looking for Sal?" He asks, smiling politely. You only nod, masking your panic with a smile. 

Your smile immediately drops as the man leans back, shouting, "Sal, Y/N's here!"

You contemplate whether or not to run, but the man merely pats on the shoulder as he gestures you come inside.

You go inside, and start to panic when you hear the door close behind you. A door opens, and out comes Sal as he merely stares at you.

"Can, um.. Can we talk?" You ask, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. 

"No." 

He closes his bedroom door with a slam. Dejected, you exit his apartment and head back down to yours. You'll try again in the afternoon. 

Afternoon arrives, and you ride the elevator again to the fourth floor. You knock on the door, hearing a door open from the inside until the front door does. Sal stares at you, asking, "What do you want?"

"Can we talk?" You ask again, this time hopeful. You fight the urge to smile as he sighs and opens the door, letting you inside. He heads on to the couch, begrudgingly patting the spot next to him. You sit down, swallowing the anxiety you're feeling. 

"What are we going to talk about, huh?" He asks you, though he's looking away. You don't mind this, knowing that he's mad. 

"I know you're mad." You start, staring down at your hands as you try to calm yourself down by playing with your fingers. "I'm here to say sorry for not remembering you."

"And is there a good reason why you had to forget us?" He huffs, the annoyance evident in the tone of his voice. Your throat nearly clogs up, but luckily you managed to speak.

"I got into a car crash." You answer in a quiet voice, slightly wincing as you remember the pain you felt back in the hospital. It was freaky, really, waking up, not remembering much, and being in so much pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him shift in his place.

"And?" He asks again, his voice coming out as somewhat weak, as if he's holding something back. You could hear his breathing turn deep and heavy, as one would do if they're trying not to cry. You could feel tears rise up your own eyes, and you look up to prevent them from dripping.

"I don't remember anything aside from my parents." You continue, voice cracking in the slightest. "All I know is that I had a mom and a dad. Everything else is a blur."

He's quiet, but you could hear him trying to hide his sniffles. You wipe the tears pooling by your eyes, finally looking down to let them drip.

"I didn't mean to hurt you guys." You say shakily, continuously wiping your tears. "I didn't mean to leave.. even if I did, I don't know why. I don't remember why."