The Inside of my mouth was a desert, despite the rain falling around me. It was thinning out, much like my hopes for this relationship. No matter how many times I desperately tried to reignite something in him, there were no sparks.

"So if nothing changed in what you remember…" I begin, my speech staggered and dry. I had no idea where I was going with anything. All I knew was that I wanted him in my arms again. I decided to take a different approach.

"Do you remember the way… the way I made you feel?" I inspect his expression for any changes, for any response. Back when he remembered, I knew he responded so well to me; I knew how I made him feel. I knew that nobody else could make him feel that way.

What were memories anyway and how come he lost them? Were memories just words I'd said to him? Everyone could forget words from time to time. Were memories solely facts about me? My birthday? My favourite colour? People could forget those too.

But he could never forget…

"The way I make you feel…" I whispered to his face, before sliding my hand around his neck. "You can never forget the way someone makes you feel, Isaac."

I wanted so desperately for him to know that I loved him; for him to know that he loved me. But I was nobody to him.

"Can we give it some time?" said Isaac, lightly placing his hands on my shoulders. I removed my hand from him, confused. "Please, I need to get my thoughts in order."

I shut my eyes and let out a deep, exasperated breath.

"Okay, right, you need to rest and stuff. Just… just go." I said, irritated. A brief silence filed the air and the rain's rhythm filled it up instead, mixed with the tapping of shoes against the pavement.

"… Hazel, I can't- "

"Right, right." And for that brief moment I forgot he was blind, just lost his memory and wouldn't even know where to go. He was obviously irritated too. Maybe he didn't want to be the odd one out; the one who knows nothing while everyone else remembers things and knows what to do with their lives. And that was something I somewhat understood myself.

"Let's go." I took his hand, and led him back into the hospital to find Mom.

After getting Mom to stop asking if I was okay with my oxygen and everything, she finally let Isaac and I leave. What followed was an awkward car ride with me driving, and Isaac in the passenger seat. I rolled all the windows up, causing the tension to build up inside. I wanted to say everything to him, and he wanted to say nothing to me. Sadly, no amount of fiddling with things could clear up the awkwardness that filled the car. I couldn't help but think that what happened to Isaac was all my fault. I was the one that lost sight of him. Why was it always me that went and screwed everything up? And with the baby on the way, how would we have a stranger in our family?

"I'm sorry." said the stranger's voice from beside me.

"Huh?"

"I said… sorry. For not remembering stuff." He waved his hands in the air dramatically, as Kaitlyn usually did.

"I should be the one saying sorry. This whole thing was all my fault." I said quietly. I turn a sharp turn, causing Isaac and I to jerk to the right. "I almost killed you, just now! See?"

That earned a minute laugh from him. I've been yearning for his hearty laugh for an eternity; it was so small but it filled my soul, as well as the car.

"I am… the biggest fault in your life. Maybe you should just forget about me and go on to d- "

"Stop."

I stopped in mid-sentence and huffed, annoyed, staring straight ahead at the road.

Another car zoomed in front of mine as I rushed to slam the breaks. Just as I did, Isaac let out his hearty laugh again, causing me to join in. We almost died, and I was laughing. Isaac really did influence my behaviour.

"You are not a fault." He said, catching his breath. "You are anything but."

At the green light, I drove again, taking peaks at Isaac. All he was doing was staring right back at me and with a smile playing at the corners of his lips. His hair was glimmering midnight like raven fur. I still couldn't get over it. So I studied the road as I drove, navigating the car to Isaac's house. When I snuck one last glance and Isaac, he was still staring at me with that smirk.

"Okay, what? Why are you staring at me?" I asked him jokingly, sneaking more glances while driving.

"Because you're beyond beautiful." I contorted my face into a frown, then laughed.

"You can't… I'm not… no. Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

I raise my eyebrows then explain. "Don't make me fall in love with you, then forget me, only to compliment me. And… you can't even see me!"

"But, I can feel these things… I can feel your beauty. I-I… remember how it makes me feel."

He stammers gathering his thoughts, with his mouth slightly open. I felt a wave of warmth rise in my cheeks at the compliment. He had to remember then. He had to remember how I made him feel.

"You make me feel… alive." He said softly, as if to himself. A warm grin made its way to my face that I couldn't hold back.

"So do you." I reply honestly, then let out an uncontrollable chuckle as a thin tear slips down my cheek.

"Don't do that!" Isaac exclaims.

"What?" I asked frightened. Isaac was full of surprises and I never knew what to do or how to act, but I tried to focus on the road.

"Don't laugh like that. It's adorable. Stop it." That made the both of us giggle like two-year olds.