Leo Valdez One-shots/imagines

Amnesia

All I can hear is the pounding,

Thump, thump, thump

I run harder, forcing my body forwards in an attempt to catch up. My legs burn but I don't stop. I have to make it to him. I have to see him.

"Hey wait!" I yell, my arms flailing above my head. I have to get his attention. I need to see him at least one last time.

He slowly turns, his soft curls laid messily over is forehead. Our eyes meet. Deep brown is nowhere near describing his eyes. But something else is there that I had known would be there, but still surprised me. The confusion in his eyes hits me hard. He doesn't know me. He has never seen me before: in his mind anyway. I say to myself, though it only makes the ache in my heart greater.

"Oh ahem, I'm sorry-" my voice breaks but I play it off as another cough. "Sorry," I repeat,"Thought you were someone else. My bad." I lied. I knew exactly who he was. But I didn't think of what I would say if I caught up to him so I figured I would try to lessen the awkward situation by saying I didn't know him.

"No problem." My throat dried as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. My stomach twists as he says,"You look familiar."

"I just have one of those faces I guess." I wipe my sweating hands on my jeans.

"Yeah I guess." Though his expression doesn't change.

"Well sorry again. You know- for the yelling and such." I Slowly turn away, my aching heart beating fast.

I run the whole way back to camp, wishing the numbness in my legs would happen to my heart so I wouldn't have to feel the pain. I couldn't event tell you what it felt like other that my heart being physically ripped apart. I couldn't breathe but I kept going. My eyes sting but I hold it in. I can't cry until I am alone and no one can see my blotchy skin and red eyes. Not until no one can see the way I am hurting.

He doesn't know me.
He doesn't know me.
He doesn't know me.
He doesn't know me.