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It was dark. He couldn't see, couldn't talk. An annoying, high pitched beeping sounded steadily, endlessly. The occasional word washed over him, jumbled and irrelevant, his mind unable to focus on what was being said. He couldn't move, it was as if he were frozen, held still by an invisible presence.
A wave of cinnamon and pine assaulted his nose; the strangely familiar scent was calming. A soft, sweet sound seemed to cut through the darkness. The gentle murmur was comforting, the kind, warm words washing over him soothingly. The low hum was undistinguishable and yet, vaguely familiar, as though he knew its owner. Her musical voice, for he instinctively knew the speaker to be a woman, seemed to call out to him, beckoning him to her through the eternal darkness. Her voice piercing him, her soft, gentle tone echoed in his ears; the jumbled hum evened out, beginning to take shape, though exactly what she said was lost in the empty abyss. The need to find her, to emerge from the inky blackness that seemed to hold him prisoner overwhelmed him; instinctively he reached out for her.
Warmth spread through his fingers as they curled around something soft. A startled gasp escaped the woman's lips. His hand swamped her smaller, more delicate one, the pads of his fingers taking in the every contour before the smooth, warm flesh was ripped from his; his hand instantly cooling as her presence disappeared, the faint scent of cinnamon and pine lingering in the air. He cried out, panic-stricken at her absence, though no sound escaped his lips. Moments later the sound of voices reached his ears though in is panic he did not recognize hers.
Struggling, he blindly fought to emerge from the black abyss; the terrifying, irrational need to find her was all consuming. Blinking, the darkness faded into a bright, blinding white that stung his eyes. Disoriented he fought to stand, wobbling on his feet he stumbled through the doors and out of the unnaturally white, sterile area. Unconsciously, his feet guided him through the trees, following a path his mind could not remember. His legs were shaky, the uneven ground of the forest floor only making it so much harder to walk straight. His determination to find her, to find the soft-spoken woman who smelled sweetly of cinnamon and pine, whose voice was soothing and touch was so very familiar, kept him going. His attention solely focused on finding her, he did not see the rock until it was too late. His foot caught, sending him crashing to the ground.
His hands reached out, as if to brace himself, but in his fall his body twisted, his head meeting the ground with a resounding thud. Darkness swam before his eyes, closing in and taking with it the surrounding trees, his mouth slipping beneath the stream's surface. This time, however, the dark abyss wasn't just entrapping, it was almost hostile; the icy cold settled in his chest, the though of not finding her, of never being able to see her face and to look into what he knew would be familiar eyes burned far colder than the numbering water ever could.
"Come back to me." Her soft, musical voice once again cut through the darkness. Something inside him clicked. She was here, the thought rang out in his mind elatedly, she had found him. Her words pulled at him, tugging him through the dark abyss. He was aware of her and only her, nothing else existed. And then something was against his lips; like fire it burned him, forcing away the bone chilling numbness. The scent of cinnamon and pine flooded his sense overwhelmingly; the faint, subtle traces that followed in her wake seemed stronger in her closeness. His chest constricted, a cough forced itself from his mouth as he began to choke on water. Sputtering, the water dispelled from his lungs in one big heave. He gasped for breath, his lungs expanding as he breathed in deeply. "You saved me." He murmured hoarsely, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you."
"Who are you?" She questioned breathlessly. Confusion filled his mind. Who are you? Her words echoed about his head like an endless loop. She didn't know him. But she had to; she was so painstakingly familiar that it hurt his head trying to figure out how. Why she seemed so familiar he couldn't say, but he knew her, he had to; even before he had seen her he had instinctively recognized her, but now looking into her warm hazel eyes he was sure of it. Her eyes, like her voice, were soft, filled with compassion and kindness. They gazed down at him, seemingly to stare straight through his eyes, of what color he could not remember, and into his very soul. For some unknown reason, he had a feeling they had done so before, countless times.
"I don't know." he murmured honestly. And he didn't know, he couldn't remember his name or anything else about himself for that matter. But he remembered her, he had been so certain that she would know, that she held all the answers to his questions, and yet, she didn't know him.
"It's okay," She whispered back reassuringly as if sensing his internal distress, "it'll be okay."
And for some reason, he believed her.
Firstly, I'd like to thank IzzeeKatt for reading this fic and catching grammatical errors.
And secondly, to all of you who took the time to read this, I thank you. This the very first fanfic I have written, and while I've been a member for quite sometime, I've not been able to write anything until now. So...Review! As I said this is my very first fanfic and any feedback would be helpful. Positive feedback would be nice. If you liked it, tell me so. Reviews of that nature boost confidence, they let writers know their work wasn't complete crap and with that assurance they tend to write more. Flames, while not something I would particularly like, are welcome. However, if you're going to flame at least tell me why. Just saying it sucked, or I didn't like it won't help anyone, because if I don't know what's wrong with it then how can I correct my mistakes?
