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"Liam please!" I screamed as Liam paced towards the car, hands balled in fists as white as the snow covered ground. "Liam stop! Liam please! Just talk to me!" "What Aliza, what the fuck do you want me to say? You broke my heart for the second time. Your always breaking me, throwing me curved balls, but I have to hand it to you, this one was the best. Bravo Aliza." I stopped dead in my tracks as the love of my life stood 3 feet away. "I- I- I'm sorry." I felt warm tears drop, a contrast to the cold, calm winter breeze. "Don't you think it's a bit late for that?" He stopped for a moment as I stood there, obviously not expecting an answer. I watched as my future turned around, leaving me to stand alone in the cold. This was my mistake, and how I payed for it. How I worked through it, and how I made it right. SEQUAL TO I DO, <3 YOU BETTER READ I DO FIRST, IT'S GREAT BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO IT DOESN'T MADDER WHAT ORDER YOU READ THEM IN.

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?