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amnesia
When he learns that she has amnesia, everything inside of him drops like a bomb. He feels his gut wrench inside, and all he wants to do is get up from behind the stupid desk and run to her and grab her by the shoulders to help her remember.
But he knows it's not that easy. And that life doesn't work like that.
His shoulders slump as reality hits him—there is no them anymore.
And maybe there never was. Maybe there was never supposed to be.
Because now that she's got amnesia, she'll never remember him. Nor will she be given the opportunity to try because in real life—in her life—there was no such thing as them.
Not to the outside world.
He was her secret.
And it was meant to stay that way.
But now, she'll never remember that they, together, ever existed.
And no one will help her try.
He slams his head against the desk, reminisces the feel of her lips on his, her tiny body in his arms, the sound of her tinkling laughter and crinkling wide innocent eyes. And he curses under his breath because now, those memories don't mean anything to the girl he so once adored. And now, they are just a faint glimmer of hope, a dream somewhere far away.