Who Are You?

Remember

I was literally standing before the man of my dreams- or i guess it would be hallucinations. None the less, he was there, he was real. All i could do was stand there, dumbstruck, as people tried to press past us.

"You..don't remember me?" The man had a rich norwegian accent, just as i had recalled from the myriad of memories. He appeared rather distraught with the idea of me having forgotten about him totally.

"i-i do..but i don't." 

Tord lifted an eyebrow with a look of downright confusion plastered to his face.

"what?"

I looked about then grabbed his hand, surprised to feel that i was metal. So much so that i nearly jumped back when i felt the cold steel in my grip. He stared at me, a little stunned. I then flinched away, my mouth was gaping like i had wanted to say something but nothing came out. Taking a staggering step backward i at last managed to utter a few heavy words,

"No.." I said almost breathlessly as i tried to decipher his face from my memories. This threw me into another hallucination as my face contorted to fear. He momentarily flickered to appear in a room filled to the brim with technology. Tord had said something but the memory was shattered in my mind as his worried voice got to me,

"are you alright?"

I peered at him, my eyes wide with fright. I began to push back further into the crowd, staggering and wobbling. Right now i didn't want answers, it just needed to think, to gather everything i had and put it together. My head already throbbed and felt like it was going to explode. So i twisted around one hundred and eighty degrees before bolting into the crowds. His voice beckoned after me,

"Y/N WAIT!!" 

i pushed and shoved people away, i needed to think. Why are my memories surrounding him so much. Why does every turn i take down my thoughts lead to this mysterious man? Think, Y/n, think. Who is Tord...Who was Tord?
My foot hooked on my leg causing me to trip and come to a sudden stop on the pavement. I grimaced and held one elbow which was now bloody and scraped. Bits and pieces of asphalt littered the severe "rug burn." Soon enough a hand hovered in front of my face. I traced the arm back to that one face. Tord's expression was stricken with concern. hesitantly i grasped his hand and allowed myself to be lifted to my feet. The brunette then tilted his head and grabbed my arm forcefully to examine the scrapes.

"Come with me, i can help with those." He offered, staring my eyes down firmly. It seemed more like a command rather than an offer. I nodded meekly, suddenly feeling oddly shy and embarrassed. Maybe because i had just had the worst wipe out that resembled a reckless child. Tord's hand never left my upper arm, rather he used it as leverage to move me where he wished me to be. His expression now was stern and focused. This triggered a spike of anxiety in the pit of my stomach but i was too mesmerized with his cold metal touch and scarred face to fight back. So i followed the Norwegian like a lost child, a child lost in her raging thoughts.

He came to a stop as he stared up at the grand height of a luxurious hotel. I looked to the man then at the top of the building quizzically. Did he live here or something? What an odd place to reside. Once again i was lead inside by the arm, however his grasp loosened and finally let go when he ambled up to the counter. Moments later Tord turn to me, who was to engrossed with the modern architecture to notice the keys spinning about on his pointer finger. 

"You coming? Or will i have to lead you again?" At first he appeared indifferent but a smirk crept up to his lips as he spoke the second half of his statement. I snapped back and nodded quickly before i ushered myself to trail after the mysterious man. Why was i being so complaint? I just had the gut feeling that even if i tried to run from the Norwegian, he'd track me down again. We arrived at the foot of a hotel door as Tord fumbled with the key to open the door. Once he was successful he stepped aside and grinned cheekily,

"ladies first.~" Tord purred. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his comment as i stumbled inside. Now it was quite a surprise when i realized how much blood a simple scrape can shed. The hand i held on the elbow was now cradling a small pool of the deep red liquid.

"I'll get you that first aid kit." The brunette announced and slipped briskly into the bathroom. I took a good look at the room. It was a nice hotel room that contained a little modern kitchen, a bedroom branching off and an over-sized bathroom that housed a Jacuzzi. Putting two and two together, this guy must be pretty wealthy. Tord returned wielding a white box which he set on the counter and flipped open. He waved me over to which i quietly obeyed. Tord took my arm in his hands again, this time being much more gentle.

"So tell me...What do you mean..?" He began, eyes never shifting away from the wound. I winced when disinfectant was applied, Tord uttered a hushed "sorry."

"What do i mean?" I cocked my head, trying to cover my pain with a look of befuddlement.

"Why don't you remember?"

I grew silent as now both our gazes were locked. I couldn't help but admire that fascinating silver orb of his. I bit my lower lip and finally tore away before i got lost in his one good eye.

"Amnesia." My reply was curt. I could feel his shoulders drop a little as the look on his face read shock.

"So you won't remember..?"

I shook my head and grinned, sadly,

"I'll remember it all sooner or later..but i don't know why i remember you the most."