He fingers his guitar restlessly, his hands moving up and down the chords, his mouth moving but no sound coming out.

Frustrated, he pushes the guitar away and crushes the paper into a ball. He's been at this for hours and he still can't get it right.

He's working on a new song; it's supposed to be upbeat, happy, his teacher says, but he just can't muster up the energy.

It's been two weeks since he left Anubis, two weeks since he started attending Summer's Academy for Young Musicians. In those two weeks he's only heard from Nina once.

Once.

In a text.

His head falls forward, and he's surprised to feel tears streaking down his face.

He lets them fall.

He honestly didn't expect her to lose interest in him that quickly: he expected there to be letters, texts, emails, for the first few weeks at least. But… to have her send virtually nothing, save for a two-worded text on the taxi ride here…

Nothing? Was that all he meant to her?

He grits his teeth and swings around to punch a pillow lying behind him.

Nothing?

All those nights up in the attic; the kiss they shared at prom; all those little kisses he'd managed to snag afterwards—did they mean nothing to her?

Of course they did, he reasons: she just hasn't had time to write, that's all.

But he doesn't believe that.

He draws in a shaky breath and closes his eyes. There's a song due in class tomorrow and he hasn't written one line. He won't let thoughts of Nina distract him any longer.

So he grabs his guitar again and sits down. Absentmindedly he lets his fingers play over the strings.

"Did you forget…"

He freezes; the line was out of his mouth before he could even think about it.

He takes a breath and starts again, letting the words come to him as he plays.

"Did you forget… I was even alive?

Did you forget… everything we ever had?

Did you forget… did you forget… about me?"

Here he pauses, putting the guitar down to scribble down the words and some notes. It's not upbeat and it's certainly not happy, but it's a song, and it's all he's gonna manage for now.

"Did you regret… ever standing by my side?

Did you forget… we were feeling inside?

Now I'm left… to forget… about us."

His voice is quiet as he sings, like he's whispering, almost like he's on the brink of crying.

"But somewhere we went wrong

We were once so strong…"—he swallows hard—

"Our love… is like… a song,

You can't forget it…."

He trails off, staring out the window. Why did I ever agree to this scholarship? He thinks. Why did Nina even want me to go?

"So now, I guess…" He continues, swallowing the sobs choking up his throat. "This is where we have to stand…

Did you regret… ever holding my hand?

Never again… please don't forget… don't forget…

He sets the guitar on the floor and closes his eyes. A minute passes and then you realize he's crying.

What hurts the most, he thinks, is the realization that maybe he doesn't mean as much to her as she means to him.

He takes his phone out, scrolling down the list of received text messages until he finds hers.

Miss you.

He wonders if it's true.

Then he presses delete.

Somewhere we went wrong

Our love is like a song

But you won't sing along

You've forgotten

About

Us

A/N Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm half-asleep, okay? I don't write very good at 11;00 at night.