Happy Doby month!

Also, I'm sorry that I haven't been on much lately. I've been going through a lot, and I need to focus on myself right now. I hope you understand what I mean and don't take it to heart.

EDIT: The lyric parts have been edited out of this due to some controversy. I am very sorry.

Amnesia

Goby was sprawled out on the couch. It had been four months since Deema left, four months since they broke up, four months without her. And yet, he still wasn't over her. It felt like he lost a big part of himself. He knew Deema ever since they were younger, and the minute they start dating, bam, she's gone.

With a new boyfriend.

It had been two months since Deema stopped texting Goby.

Hey. Are U Okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

I have news to tell you.

You're coming back?

No, silly. I have a new boyfriend. His name is Brad.

It's nice to know that you were able to get over me that fast.

What?

Just forget it.

K. Bye Gobes.

He stopped hanging out with his friends. They told him that he shouldn't abandon them because of some stupid girl who probably didn't even care about him. But they didn't understand.

He couldn't just get over her.

He has loved her since they were six. He can't just forget everything. He couldn't just get over all of it.

All of the memories.

The day that Deema told him that she was moving was excruciating. Goby had never cried so much in his entire life, and Deema tried to make him feel better, but it was pathetic. It felt like she didn't even care.

Like it was all a game. Some sick, twisted game.

When Goby asked her if they could keep a long distance relationship, she quickly put down the suggestion. It was like she never even cared. Like she had no faith in the relationship.

But for some reason, Goby wasn't mad. He'd do anything to have her back.

The memories killed him.

The day at the beach, their first date, going to the movies, chasing after her whenever she got mad at him, only to end up laughing about it the end, flirting at their lockers.

Simple yet sweet memories.

Memories that hurt him.

Memories that hanuted him.

Memories that would probably never go away.

Goby felt like crying. Just breaking down and crying.

But he couldn't right now.

There was a knock at his door.

And... end! I know the end probably doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. I was rushing, and I realized that I never finished my Doby month fanfic. And I'll start updating some of my fanfics soon!

Bye-cha-ko!