This is a somewhat journal type of story, as will be explained a little further on. It does have a pairing; Lavi and my OC. The chapters will be quite short, as they're not meant to be like some sort of essay; more of a true journal of Tory's thoughts and emotions as she goes through this conflict.

I do not own D. Gray-Man, any of the characters, or anything associated with D. Gray-Man. All I own is Tory.

I hadn't believed such a day would ever come. The day that he, the one with whom I had placed so much trust, so much faith, so much devotion and love... The day he forgot who I was, and who we were together.

Such a thing could never happen, you might say. Oh, how I didn't believe it could, either. It never once came to my mind, never once did I dare think 'What if he one day forgot who I was? What would I do then?' I sort of can't help but wonder... If I had, would I be more... Prepared, now?

No... No, I would not. It would come as a jolt, just as it does now. No amount of thought, of planning, no amount of anything could ever ease these... Emotions, that I must now deal with.

Yet... Some may leave, at a time like this. They may give up. Just cry and give in. Surrender their love, for ease of heart, to find comfort elsewhere.

I'm not like those people.

Though, you really don't even know who I am... or who I happen to be speaking of. Well, I guess I should explain, huh? Should have from the start, I suppose, but I felt what needed to be said, must be said, and-

Sorry. Getting sidetracked again. I'm Torishi Sato, though I usually just go by Tory. I'm an Exorcist at the Black Order, although I'm definitely not one of the strongest. Quite the contrary, I hate fighting of any kind, especially sparring. I just can't bear the thought of accidentally hurting a friend, I guess.

That's not the point I've been speaking of, though, is it? I apologize. I'm known to get quite... Off topic. It's in my blood, I guess. Though, I always tend to get back to the original subject quite quick...

As I was saying. The one whom I spoke of before... The one who forgot me? His name is Lavi. Does he have a last name? I don't know, truthfully. Though, I'm a bit doubtful, not that I mind or anything.

You see, I know it's... Well, I suppose a form of taboo that I would ever dare be with Lavi. He's a Bookmen's apprentice, after all. He should not form relationships, and no one should really try so hard to form a relationship with them, but... I couldn't help it. I just felt... Drawn to him. To his lively personality, his enthusiasm, everything about him down to the very core.

A lot has happened to the two of us, before this event transpired. So, so much. Some good, some bad... But everything that has happened, was worth meeting him. I wouldn't take it back for the world and a half, and that's why...

Well, that's why I refuse to give him up so easily.

You see... I'm hoping, with all my heart, that I can help him to recover those memories. Somehow, someway. There will be... Many things, that I plan to speak to him of. To try and help him, you know? And to take a stroll down memory lane for myself... To remember the things we have been through together.

Everything... The good and the bad, yeah?

This will be my own personal journal of memories... Memories of Lavi and I. And, although even as I write this he has no memories of me... I will wait, as I always promised to him.

I promised you, Lavi, that I would always wait for you. Now, I will prove it until the end of my time here, if I must. This, I swear.