(A/N: Sorry it took 2 weeks to write this, but I had this huge English project, newspaper, and research essay. I also had band yesterday… waste of time… Geo project… climate fair… well. Here it is. Long descriptive or short depends on what you call long… Enjoy.)

Summary: Susannah gives up her memory for the sake of Jesse being alive. No one remembers Jesse, neither the memory of anything from when Susannah met Jesse, but the familiarity is there.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator series

I woke up early before Elsa had. It was quite a night. I danced with Jesse, until we stopped and found Elsa passed out on the floor. She must have had too many booze. Well, Jesse carried Elsa to our dorm, and placed her on her bed. I thanked him, and he left.

She lay there on her pink bed, as the lights slowly streamed through the curtains giving the room, a pinkish glow. I got up, slipped on a pair of jeans, a black tank, corduroy jacket, and went to breakfast. I brought back some food for Elsa, but she was still passed out. I placed the plate and juice on the bedside table. Hopefully that when she woke up she could eat it

I walked out of the dorm area, and started walking down the path to the park. It was sunny, as the leaves were brown, yellow, red. It was cold today, and I shoved my hand into my pockets. I looked around as the wind blew at my hair, getting into my eyes, and the leaves tumbled to the ground. It was still early, so the paths were empty. I walked on as a car whizzed by thrashing hard, cold wind at my face.

My eyes gazed along the path, leading up to a pair of light brown Timberland boots, dark denim jeans, and a brown corduroy jacket. I looked up to a Hispanic face with dark eyes. My heart skipped a beat, as the muscles on my face moved up, curling my lips, exposing my white teeth. Jesse smiled back, his eyes sparkling.

"Hey," I said as we met.

"Hi," He said.

We stopped at stared at each other. Our eyes met, our gaze held together for a long time, as silence filled us. I realized the connection, and my eyes looked away, but his kept beating down on me. I blushed noticing that he was still staring at me, and slowly my gaze went back to meet his eyes. So much passed through that moment when our eyes met. I felt something, that seemed so familiar, as I tried to grasp it, but oddly it kept slipping away. It felt like I was trying to grasp water from a bowl, as I picked it up it kept slipping through my fingers. Finally Jesse broke the silence.

"Do you want to sit?" he said gesturing to a wooden bench next to the park path. We both slowly walked over, and sat down.

I stared at him, longing to make the desires disappear, but I didn't know if he felt the same way I did. He never made a move, and seemed to care about everybody. We danced together, but that can mean anything. He could like me like a friend. I sighed under my breath, but again I thought he like me the way I liked him, or maybe it was wishful thinking. I mean we definitely had eye contact, but he could have been staring at how ugly my face was. Oh god, I hope it's not that.

My eyes ran up his corduroy jacket, as I could see a white shirt underneath. I had the sudden urge to huge him, to put my arms around him, but it would have been really uncomfortable for him, and he may hate me. I would rather have him as a friend then to lose him. I think I will be able to get over him like I did in my years before or I might not. He maybe my soul mate, and maybe he hadn't realized it yet. More wishful thinking…

I could see him looking at me, as I thought to myself. I turned my head to face him, and smiled. The breeze blew leaves around us, as I slowly leaned forward, the urge had over taken me. I didn't care now. All I wanted was that thing that had built-up inside of me to come true. That isn't too much of a wish is it? I just wanted our lips too met, and for the spark to happen, so he will know that we are soul mates, and live happily ever after. I wish.

I leaned over, as my lips were getting closer to his. He leaned a little forward, and our heads tilted. I looked at his lips, and at his eyes, as my eyes flicked between the two. I could feel his warmth near my face, as we got closer, and our lips move millimeter by millimeter. His hand ran up my leg, and my hand held his head to make sure this was no dream. I smiled, knowing that my desire could be cured, my love for him. The lust, the passion between us, everything that needs to be answered will be. We where centimeters away, when I heard screaming from across the street, and Jesse pulled away looking at where the screaming came from…

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