He was lost. He felt things that confused him, for people who confused him even more. He wasn’t like any boy his age; he liked books, music, and coffee… And, except for his best friend, he was alone. He was lost in a world he was just starting to discover, left to discover it on his own, and he had no one to help him through it… until he met her. He wasn’t scared anymore, because he had her.
She was lost. She always had been. She didn’t know where she belonged, and never had. Until she met him. That day, when some things became clearer and some others became more confusing, when she started understanding stuff but some other became just completely absurd. But she wasn’t scared, because she had him.
They were lost, but they found each other. And from that moment on, everything was okay; they weren’t scared, they weren’t lost anymore. They had each other. And that’s everything that matered.
Memories no longer existing for they have been taken from her no memory whatsoever of the guy she once loved. He took away the one feeling she really enjoyed coming from him she doesn't even know what happened to her. No trace of evidence. She was left alone quite recently when he had disappeared with the last words that slowly dissipate, "I love you."
She was living happily but everyone around her grew ever so curious as to why she was cheerful after all he forgot about how the others knew who he was. This doesn't change things for her the only way it would have to change is if he came back from what he pronounced about not going back but having to die for a cause.
He regrets these decisions. He has to live with a burden knowing that he didn't die due to someone saving him but who? She remembers nothing but her own happiness doesn't even know what happened to her. Doesn't even know how she was able to gain these emotions.
No longer going to continue. Sorry :(