Memoirs Of An Insomniac

"Wait!" She called out, tugging lightly on his shirt. "You'll be coming here again, right?"
He was startled. He didn't expect her to be this... attached. He smiled, carefully removing her hand from his shirt. "Maybe. It depends."

The girl tilted her head in confusion. "Wh-what do you mean?" She lightly stuttered; probably because she was shivering from the unusually cold breeze that night.

"It depends if-" He moved his hand closer to her and cupped her cold face in his hand. "-you can remember."

"Huh? Remember wha-." She was stopped when he brought his finger down to her lips. Blood rushed quickly to her face. Her heart was beating furiously; wanting to leap out of her chest. More so when he stared right at her eyes.

His eyes were captivating. Yet, it looked pained. "Nothing. Remember nothing." He removed his finger from her lips. "I have to go. It's getting late, you should sleep too."

He turned his back away from her and started to flee from her abode. He wanted to get out of her sight as soon as possible. He wanted to get her out of his system before she invades his whole being. But then, she uttered something.

"A-ash?" His name.