Lady placed a mug of chilled milk in front of Hilde, knowing it was her morning favorite. She could remember the young tease exclaiming to Duo, when he would ridicule her for drinking it too often, "Just call me milk, 'cause I do a body good." Again, a sad smiled dawned on her face as she studied her friend with worried eyes.

~

I stared at the brunette blankly as she smiled at me. Her eyes were filled with an emotion so familiar, but my mind drowned the memory in a flash. I accepted the offered beverage and smiled faintly at the white substance. I took a sip and paused, faces blurring in front of my eyes. A boy with a long braid of chestnut hair and another with a darker shade of brown hair, but in a spikey fashion, argued while a girl with long, golden hair with bright aqua eyes tried her best to force pacifism upon them. I just could not put a finger on their names and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Lady Une was her name, I admitted as the brunette took a seat beside me. That name was also so familiar, but she had to tell me it when she had quizzed me a few minutes earlier. I erased the notion.

~

A seventeen-year-old male burst through the hospital door, sprinting through the lobby into the winding hallways. Nurses watched as the long braid that trailed down his back from his scalp swayed back and forth as he ran. He reached his destination, ignoring the questions on why he wore all black and a preacher's collar, and headed toward the room that held a dear friend, who was also his true love.

As Duo turned the corner, all he found was an empty bed and bare walls. Nothing decorated the room except for the usual hospital necessities. All the pictures he had doodled for her were gone, things she probably never saw, and most of all, she was missing. It was obvious that Hilde had departed this place a good while ago.

Guilt struck his heart like a thousand and one knives and he swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. He had not been there for her. He had let her down. The devistation was too great. He would call Lady Une the next chance he had.

~

I fought back tears of confusion as Lady spread out pictures in front of me, "I do not know them, but my heart begs me to differ." My voice was an all-too-desperate plea.

It had been another week since I had came to Lady Une. Things were still frustrating, but not as bad as in the beginning. My memory was returning. Slowly, but that was better than not at all.

Sips of coffee smoothed down my throat and I closed my eyes in simple merriment. I overheard Lady a few times about a guy named Duo. The name eased off my tongue like I had been born to say it and when I did say it, my body tingled with anticipation. Sometimes, I had a hard time straining myself from begging Lady to bring him to me or vice versa. He had called once, but Lady did not mention me in their hushed conversation. If we were so important to each other, why did she not say anything? Would he be disappointed that his burden was back?

Not knowing about things I should remember for life made life even more difficult than it truly was. This morning I had realized that I had love, but with whom, I hope to recollect soon, for I miss the tingle of anticipation that my nerves seem to remember and show no signs of wanting to forget.