The Different Ones

If had the choice, I would have chosen the gates of hell over the outstretched heaven of my hometown but unfortunately, I didn't. Whenever I thought of my hometown, all I could think of was bare longing and emptiness as if a part of me was hiding out there, caged in the rusted walls of my high school.
I had never known a world out of my paintings and canvasses. I went back home only to find that my life had never been the life I thought it was. It turns out, that I too once deeply fell in love with someone. Someone whose life did not agree with them being loved. Someone who had to leave.
Turns out, that someone had jinxed me to forget everything but oh, "what magic does not cease to exist when love stands ahead?" A beautiful line, yes, but what if...it is Death itself in its true form, standing right in front of your Love? What do you do when the someone you loved is destined to die fighting Death itself?