She hadn't been sure what to expect from him, but she knew it would all happen again somehow. Perhaps it would be an accident this time, or maybe not; maybe he would change his mind and forget about her altogether. It didn't matter much how it happened, all she knew was that it would. It always did with her. Something about her was too easily forgotten, so special it became mundane. Everyone she cared about left her eventually. Everyone always forgot her. She had no doubts that it would happen again.
But, even as she knew it was the inevitable, as the falling star shot past her window, she whispered a wish up to the dark heavens. The full moon shone overhead, a constant and painful reminder of him, of where he had gone, of what might have happened to him in the two years he had been gone...
"Don't forget me," was her breathed wish, choked out through a constricted throat. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again. Ever since her mother had left her alone with her father, everything had gone wrong. It was a privileged life, but one without reputation. No one in the world knew the name of Minerva Paradizo, save her few family members and some old business contacts. With every time she tried to change her status, something new seemed to avalanche out of place.
She stood alone on her balcony, gazing out at the sky with welled eyes. Her mother, her childhood friends... no one would remember her after everything. He had been different. He had seen something in her that others had missed, something special and beautiful that only someone like him could see. He had reached out to her even with everything she had done, and saved her from not only Billy Kong, but herself. He alone could tell she was worth more than everyone else thought. And now, he was gone.
She dropped her head into her hands, feeling hot droplets run from the corners of her eyes and through her fingers. He was gone. She might very well never see him again. She had lost the only person who really, truly understood her. A soft breeze blew her curled hair in front of her face, as if shielding her from the harshness of the world as she wept into her palms. It had been two years. He had probably forgotten her already.
