Lost of memory

I'm warning you, I'm NOT english so I may make mistakes. Please tell me if I do. Hope you enjoy, it's a really short OS.

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A hand. A big white hand holding mine.

How did I end up here ? I can't remember. I just know that I woke up with this beautiful, perfect hand in mine. I hold it tight. Then, I start playing with it. I feel safe. I hear a low chuckle. I look up and meet the gaze of a man. He is gorgeous. He is tall, chocolate brown-eyed, dirty blond-haired and his skin is so white that it's almost sparkling. He wear a white large shirt and he is smiling at me. My eyebrows furrowed. Who is this living god ?!

- Hey, you zoned out. What're you thinkin' ?

- Hum, hi ? I er... Who are you ?

His laugh echoes in the room.

- It's your turn.

- My... turn ?

This time, it's his brows who furrowed.

- You were serious ?

- I don't remember anything. Not my name, not yours, not even where we are.

His mouth hang open for a while seeing the seriousness on my eyes.

- Well, you are Axel SainClair, you're 22, you come from France but you moved in England because of your university. We met there. I'm Thomas Larson, and I'm from the USA. We er... we have been living together for about a month now. Oh and I'm 23 by the way.

- When you say : " We have been living together ", do you mean that we are a er... couple ?

The man- Thomas, blushs hard.

- Well... Actually... Err...

I can't help myself and giggle incontrolably.

- Hey ! Don't mock me ! You don't remember anything and I am the shy one.

- Sorry, it's just so cute ! You are so cute.

He is deep red now and look everywhere exept my eyes. Then, I realised what I just said to a complete stranger (well someone I don't remember) and all I can do is stay still akwardly waiting for the embarrassing feeling to go away.

- So, Tommy, where are we exactly ?

He slightly grin when he hear his surname.

- In the heart of Montpellier.

- Montpellier ? In France ?

- Yep.

- So why aren't you speaking french ?

- I...

He look down in shame.

- I don't speak french.

- You don't have to feel ashamed because you don't know everything. Nobody knows everything.

He smirks.

- The ol' same Wise Girl.

I looked at him, faking shock.

- You stole the nickname from PJO ?! You should be ashamed Seaweed brain !

We burst out laughting and I can see why we are what we are.

Then, suddenly, in a flash, I remember everything.

I grin until my cheeks hurt. I feel so happy right now. I jump on my Tommy and kiss him on the cheek. I feel myself again. I feel whole.