Violet lingered in the kitchen waiting for that stupid puppy to reappear at the door. It was cold; she didn't want to open the door. She wanted to go snuggle in her warm bed and pretend that her heart still needed to pump blood through her veins.
The sharp cry of the dog pulled her out of her thoughts. She unlocked the sliding door and pulled it open. The small dog trotted in. half way through pulling the door shut it stopped.
"You aren't going to leave me out in the cold are you?" She knew his voice, she'd recognize it anywhere. The words of a boy who once loved her, now forgotten feelings linger in his head. He can't remember her death, or his, or that he still sometimes aches for her deep down inside. But he can't get his mind to tell him who he's missing; His subconscious decided it best for him not to know. It makes it easier for both of them. His voice struck fear into her.
He grabbed her arm and pushed his way inside the house. She couldn't help but notice the duffle bag he carried and the fact that his eyes didn't have any emotion in them. He was doomed to wander around the property never knowing that just last week he was stabbing a knife into the too young mistress of her father. She knows she can't help him remember because then she'll have to face the truth of what she did that caused him to forget everything, even though he promised he never would. And she can't stop crying at night because he's not there to hold her. He doesn't know anymore! He doesn't know the faces of the ghosts that float throughout the house. He couldn't recall their real first date or the fact that he took her virginity.
And he never can.