-Gilbert's Pov-
I loved _ with all my heart. I know that my brother does as well. But I remember that day where she was snatched away from both of us. That day was etched into my darkest memories. My heart still aches when I think about it.
-Ludwig's Pov-
Now all I can do is sit around and wander what I could have done to make it turn out differently.
(Flash back)
I shouted her name as she turned towards me with a smile. Then it all went fuzzy as a gun shot sounded and _ fell to the ground. I ran towards her as Gilbert just stood there, too shocked to understand what was going on. A pool of blood was seeping around _ and I bent down beside her, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Brother, help me!" I yelled over to him. He seemed to snap out of it and he came running to me. He fell to the ground next to us and picked up _'s hand as her eye lids started to flutter.
"Come on _. You can't die here." Gilbert had tears running down his face as he squeezed _'s hand. He seemed to be trying to keep her from slipping away.
-Gilbert's Pov-
I don't know what to do! My heart is beating so fast as _ laid there. She can't die! I love her too much to loose her. I pressed her hand against my forehead as I kissed her fingers.
"Come on _. You know we love you too much to let you go." A smile crossed her beautiful lips as her eyes seemed to fade. Her hand touch my cheek and her other one reached up to touch my brother's face as well.
"I love you both. Please, don't be sad over me." Then her eyes closed slowly and I could hear the sirens of the ambulance as they drove up to us. Then all time seemed to stop. The medics came out of the car and started to pick up _. They pushed me out of the way and Ludwig helped put her on the stretcher.
"Come brother. We have to make sure that _ is going to be okay." I nodded my head and climbed into the seat next to him. I couldn't help but stare into the distance, thinking about all the times I spent with _.
(End of flash back)
-Ludwig's Pov-
Now _ is living at her house and is happy. But the person that I once knew is dead. She lost her memory after the accident. She didn't even remember if she had parents, let alone who we were. She told us to stay away from her. My brother and I respected her wish and we now live next door to the women we loved so dearly. She still doesn't remember who we are.
Now my heart stings and I often find Gilbert looking at a picture of her that I took when we were at the beach. Those were the good days. The days were everything seemed to make since and nothing mattered but _. Now we are lost and have nothing to live for. But we try not to be sad for _.
-Reader's Pov-
You had a feeling every time you saw the people who lived next door to you. It felt like you knew them at some point. But you didn't like the feeling so you staid away from them as much as you could. But that nagging feeling never left you. And for some reason every time you saw them your heart fluttered with a familiar feeling.