We were best friends. She always told me she loved my 'mustang' eyes. I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it. She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny. We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper, "I like your mustang eyes."

One day, I was tacking Witch up waiting for her to ride over to my house to go for a ride with me. Suddenly, I got a phone call. It was her grandma. She was in a panic. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like, "Jake, come quick! Sam, accident, halfway to your house! Blood. Come now!"

I had no clue what happened, so I rode to until I saw Grace and Sam. I saw Grace helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. I saw a totaled car and a bay mustang under it there was blood everywhere. Then I saw her, Sam.

My heart stopped."Sam! Brat! Samantha!" She was unconscious. I started crying. I know it wasn't very manly, but I couldn't help it.

Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away, the main source of blood coming from her head.

I went to the hospital that night, I went every night in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it.
The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused.

It was my entire fault, again. If it wasn't for me, wanting to go for a ride with her, she wouldn't be going through this.
It was already four days, and she hasn't woken upon the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open.

"Sam?" I called. She wasn't quite awake yet. Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside. I did, for a few hours.

One of the doctors finally came out saying, "I understand that you're Sam's friend."

"Yes," I whispered. He bit his lip.

"She woke up, she's fine, but I'm afraid she has memory loss. More than likely long term."

"Are you serious?" I almost shouted.

"I'm afraid so."I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't. I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again."You can go see her if you want, but she doesn't remember anything."

I walked in, trembling in horror. I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept. I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again.

I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out. Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes and whispered,
"I don't know you, but I like your eyes they're like mustang's."

"So I've been told." I smiled at her.

"I'm...um...I don't know." She confessed.

"You're Samantha Forster. Best friend of Jennifer Kenworthy and Jake Ely. Enemy of Rachel Slocum. Only person to touch the Phantom. Best thing in Jake Ely's life." I told her.

"I'm guessing you Jake." She guessed with a blush. I nodded. "I don't remember you, and I don't know if I'm going to regret this I don't think I'm going to." She leaned in and kissed me.

"I'm going to help you get back to normal. Okay? You have memory loss, long term more than likely but I'm going to try and help you remember if I can." I told her reaching for her small hand.

"Okay."

10 yrs later.

Sam had regained almost all of her memories. She didn't remember her mom. She wished she could but, she just couldn't. She and I got married as soon as she turned 18. And we are getting ready to have our first child.

"Jake?"

"Yes dear?"

"Thank you."

"For?"

"Helping me remember."

"It was no problem. I wanted you to remember me."

"How could I have forgotten you even for a minute?"

"I don't know."

"Jake?"

"Yes?"

"I love your mustang eyes."

"I just plain love you."