Notes:

The plot of this story was inspired by the movie "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" written by Charlie Kaufman, whose genius blends science fiction and the daily drama of love masterfully. I do not have the pretense of being as successful and brilliant as Kaufman and director Michel Gondry, but I will promise to do my best.

English is not my first language. So, my eternal gratitude to my beta SaultNPeppah. Without her, probably, this reading would not be tolerable. Thank you all for patiently and generously devoting a little of your time to reading this work.

Special thanks to my inspirations SaultNPeppah LOTSlover Aiki-Shimizo

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;

"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"

Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,

Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n".

(Alexander Pope – poem 'Eloisa to Abelard')

Past

He finds himself wondering what happened to his life. He must have had feelings at one point, must've been in love, yet somehow all of that has faded to dust, leaving him day after day to pick at the thought like a sore, wondering if anything in his life will every change.

He's gotten used to being the one who is wrong and blamed for everything. He has gotten used to being indirectly told that nothing he does is write. She says she loves him, but half the time he's not even sure she likes him.

He sees she is in the bar and he fondly recalls the memories of her. He knows he shouldn't feel this way; Should feel a thrill when he looks at her, but there's a numbness inside that he can't help but shake. He doesn't want to take her away to a cheap motel, only to mindlessly have sex and pretend their lives are fine, settling into something neither of them want, yet don't know how to rid themselves of.

He contemplates what to do. Does he get out of there, leaving her behind quietly? Or does he want to fix them, address the problems they find themselves in rather than hide behind the silence?

(...)

He sits there, bitter, angry at life. He is angry with everyone's success, bitter with the fact that he is angry, which only causes the never ending cycle to continue. She sits and stares at him, debating why she has come, and the more she watches him, the more she feels the need to send a prayer to the Greek gods of her mother, asking for the strength not to hate him.

She blames him for her own unhappiness. She blames him for the way he makes her feel about herself, as if she is no longer special; No longer wanted. He says he loves her, but by now she doesn't believe the words that are forced out of his mouth. Her mother used to tell her love was shown through actions, not words, and his actions speak volumes. He shows no love, and she feels like shell of the person she once was in this house.

However, even through all of this anger, all of this hate, she is able to look back and find the moments of happiness that were shared between them. She can remember the way he used to hold her and kiss her. She remembers the way he would watch her dance and how he would look at her as if she were the most perfect person to have ever existed on the planet. She remembers how he would whisper into her ear, "You're beautiful," causing her soul to lighten, making her feel like she was on top of the world. Now, as she stands there and looks at the man, she can only think of how horrible life with him has become.

She feels as though her heart has been crushed, broken by the man who swore to love her unconditionally. He was supposed to be her life, her everything. He was supposed to be the one she could count on, the one she could turn to when the rest of the world went dark.

She would like to believe their song was one he had sang to her in the bar long ago, however she as she sits there, she can't help but think that song now defines them.

"Am I Blue?"

She compares the lyrics of the bleak song to their horrid relationship and decides maybe it isn't worth saving.

(...)

ONE YEAR LATER

He liked her. How was this possible in such a short amount of time? This was inexplicable, because it was not possible to fall in love with anyone in two minutes. Love at first sight was, well, it was not real, and he certainly could not fall in love with anyone at first sight.

No.

This was absolutely ridiculous!

But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes it was true. Love at first sight was possible, and he has fallen in love with someone. He has fallen in love with her.

Bruce lets out the sigh he did not know he has been holding in, letting his breath escape inaudibly, as not to disturb the woman at his side. He had not been expecting this, and it was a bit odd to say the least, but he lets Diana rest her chin on his head, moving only to put an arm around his shoulders.

They both lay in bed, her chin resting graciously on his head, for several hours, wanting to remain as silent and still for as long as they can. They breath in silence, not needing to speak. The fact that they are here together is more than enough for the both of them.

He lets his hands gently touch her skin, carefully not to disrupt the comfortable silence they have; Careful not to overstep her boundaries. He continues to touch her softly, afraid this might all be a dream, smiling when she looks him in the eye. His breath is cold and ragged, but he still knows this is something he wants, as he first claims her lips with his and moves her down onto the bed, making love to her softly. His touches are soft and ghostly but she still comes, panting and twisting the sheets, making him feel even more connected to her.

Finally she gets up from the bed, her bare feet hitting the cool ground, and gazes over at Bruce. Where does this strong, familiar connection come from? He shakes his head free of his thoughts, the answer not mattering to him anymore. They are no longer strangers. In fact, he feels as if he now belongs to Diana, like he is a part of her somehow.

He watches as she makes her way back to the bed, sitting on the edge, her hand gently stroking his face.

He is asleep in minutes, exhausted from the long night, however he is able to feel Diana leave the bed, smiling when he feels her lips on his forehead, placing a small kiss upon it.

Finally Bruce falls asleep, a smile on his face, the emptiness that has consumed him for the last year gone.

"How I wish/ How I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls/ Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year/ Running over the same old ground

What have we found?/ The same old fears

Wish you were here"

(Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here)

Final Notes:

The first part shows a relationship at the end.
The second part shows two people who have "just met" and think they've fallen in love at first sight.
They do not know that they have loved each other previously until then.

I hope everyone has grasped the concept.
Thank you for reading.