Erasure

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In her place was a piece of paper that got crumpled up into a ball. I picked it up and unfolded it and it said "I am your answer. I am your memory. I am everything you need." How is that possible? I understand that I don't remember everything but how is she or does she know what happened to me if no one else does? I later met up with Wendell at the end of the day, on "our" bench in the park near our neighborhood. "Hey Dell, do you know someone named Maya?" I asked him more focusing on the people around us. He doesn't like that nickname but this time he didn't say anything about it. I looked at him for a second and he just looked confused. "No? Should I?" He asked, still looking confused. "She said that I knew her but I also don't. She oddly made me feel... I don't know... I guess...different but in a good way. She made me see stars." Once I said that, his expression changed drastically. He looked almost... hurt? It was probably nothing. "She also left this." I handed him the paper and he looked at it briefly. "Mal, it's blank." He showed me but I still saw the message. "No it's not. See! It says I am your answer, I am your memory, I am everything you need. Do you not see that?" He just shook his head. He sat up and took off his zip-up hoodie ,that I don't think I've ever seen him without, before laying back down. "Whatever." I mumbled before putting the paper back in my pocket and I laid back onto the ground.

   "Are you feeling okay? I don't remember hallucinations being a symptom of memory loss." Wendell said, jokingly but went quiet as soon as he realized I wasn't laughing. He soon laid down next to me and we just stayed there ,in silence, until someone ran up to us and started shaking me violently. "Gregory, can you not?!" I yelled, causing him to stop. "Hey. So... whatcha doing?" He asked, pushing up his glasses."Resisting the urge to punch you." I answered, as intimidating as I could, sitting up. Wendell was trying not to laugh which caused me to start softly chuckling at how stupidly cute he was. Wait... what? I do not have feelings for my best friend. I DO NOT have feelings for my best friend. But his hair laid softly over his forehead, usually he has gel in it so it defies gravity, and I saw a softer side of him that I couldn't stop staring at him. I need help.

  "Wow. Thanks. As if I haven't heard that before.... Anyways so.... What was that note you guys were talking about?" Gregory asked, interrupting my thoughts. I don't even remember seeing him close enough to see it. "How did-" He cut me off by saying  "don't worry about it. Let me see it." He had this flat but somehow demanding tone to him. Should I be scared? How can a blue-polo-wearing-nerd be more intimidating than me and I'm taller than him?! I grabbed it out of my pocket and before I could actually give it to him, he quickly snatched it out of my hand. He stared at it with wide eyes before mumbling "She's back." I was shocked and happy to know that I wasn't the only one who could see it.