ᴇᴜɴᴏɪᴀ • ᴇ.ᴅ + ɢ.ᴅ

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ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ
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"have you ever been in love?"

"wow," he laughs, arching his eyebrows up at me. "going straight in there are we?"

i frown and take a sip of my water. "well yes, and no. i don't actually care, it's just you can tell a lot about about a person based off whether they've been in love before."

we were in a small coffee place that i come to regularly. we had just been talking, laughing, being sarcastic... we were quickly becoming friends. i guess.

it was very late at night so we were the only two people in here, the light dimmed which brought out his tanned skin and facial features. his eyes warmed to a dark brown which i found myself admiring subconsciously on more than one occasion.

yet as soon as i looked away from him, his eyes came up to me. i pretended not to notice, yet the warm flush it brought to my cheeks said otherwise.

"oh really? like what?" grayson copied me and sipped his drink, only that his was coffee, rather than water.

"you are deluded if you seriously think i'm going to tell you that." i laugh at him, watching as his eyes softened when he looked up at me and my eyes kept flicking to his lips every now and then, just admiring how perfect they looked on his perfect face.

"i have been once. at least as close to as what i would think love would feel like. you?" he asked, gesturing back at me.

i roll my eyes. "no memory, remember?" i said sarcastically. "but i don't know, really. i could've been, my old self could've been stupid enough to fall in love with someone. unlucky for her she might not have had as good a brain as i do."

"have i ever told you that you are incredibly modest?" he squinted at me.

"that's funny, that. really good one, grayson. but why be modest when you can just be truthful?" i copied the look on his face.
"what was it like, being in love?"

he sighed deeply and clasped his hands in front of him. "it was painful and torturous and pointless and frustrating."

"why?"

"because the person that i was in love with was in love with someone else."

"that, uh, sounds sucky."

he laughed at my cluelessness. "it was."

"favorite color?" i changed the subject.

"why-"

"just answer the goddam question puto." i snapped, holding a finger up at him.

he faked a scared look on his face before chuckling.

"green."

"wow, snap." i laughed. not many people seem to like the color green for some reason, yet i did.

"do you mind telling me more about what happened after the accident? only if you're comfortable of course. it's just.. it seems hard to understand." he says, inspecting my reaction.

i kept my coolness and took a deep breath.

"well when i woke up in the hospital, i was confused, obviously and the doctor assessed me and explained to me what had happened and about the memory thing." i furrowed my eyebrows as i thought. grayson smiled gently, reassuring me.