He smiled. He quickly jumped out of bed, eager to start another day at his bakery.
She frowned. She lay in bed, thinking about how he had lain here himself just weeks before.
He laughed. He hadn't felt this happy since his grandmother had been alive.
She cried. She hadn't felt this sad since her parents had passed away.
He worked. He found his hands moving on their own, molding dough into strange, mythical shapes.
She couldn't work. Despite pleadings from her sister, some days she couldn't bring herself to leave the house.
He dreamed of an adventure. Glimpses of a sweet smile and wet lips often filled his dreams. He liked those the most.
She dreamed of their adventure. Vivid pictures of Jacob's sweet smile and his wet lips filled her dreams. She hated those the most.
He wanted to know more. He longed to know the woman with red curls who haunted his mind.
She wanted to know less. She longed to forget the man with the roly-poly face who haunted her mind every second of the day.
He wanted to remember. Every time he tried, the word 'obliviate' appeared instead.
She wanted to forget. If only she could obliviate her own mind.
He needed to remember. The hollow part in his heart only grew. He couldn't stand forgetting any longer.
She needed to forget. The hollow part in her heart only grew. She couldn't stand remembering any longer.
He saw her. He fumbled over his words, but she was gone before he could say hello.
She saw him. She smiled, but ran out quickly after that. She could tell he was happy enough without her.
He finally took action. He visited a woman who claimed she was a witch.
She finally took action. She visited a witch who claimed she was an expert in obliviation.
He needed her. He begged the witch to bring back his memories.
He didn't need her. She begged the witch to take her memories of him away.
Finally, he remembered.
Finally, she forgot.