Pathos of the Skies- Whoa… that is extremely freaky… because I was listening to "Ghost of You" while I was writing that chapter. Mind you, I didn't really intend to base it on that, but… I am scared now.

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She walked down the stairs, towards the front door. When she exited the house, he was facing away from her.

Phil almost let out a yelp when he turned around and saw Keely standing in the doorway. "Hello!" he said, rather loudly.

"Hello," she said, walking down towards him, giving him a suspicious look.

"Listen… I've been thinking for a while… about back in America…"

"You mean you were thinking about things that I won't remember?" she asked.

"Exactly… Anyway, I was trying to come up with a way that might help you remember those things. I tried giving you the book of photos with us together, but… well, it obviously didn't work… so I only have one idea left."

"What is it?"

"Well, I'll completely understand if you don't want to, but… I mean, before you moved to England, we… we kissed for the first time. A-And I was thinking, maybe, just maybe, that might trigger your memory."

"You want to kiss me to see if that will trigger my memory?" Keely asked.

Phil nodded.

She sighed. She really wanted to remember her past. She couldn't stand having a four-year gap in the middle of her life where she couldn't remember a thing. She couldn't stand to think she was an outsider looking upon her own photographs. "And… you think it will work?"

"If this doesn't, I'm not sure anything will…" Phil admitted.

Keely sighed. Part of her still remained doubtful. "I don't know, Phil… I mean, I don't know if I can just kiss you because it might make some memories return…"

"If you knew what those memories meant to the both of us… then you would…"

"But it's like I'm kissing a stranger," she protested. "I have no recollection of you at all. All I know is what I've learned while I've been here. Nothing more."

"So… you don't want to remember…" Phil muttered, failing to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"No! It's not that at all! Of course I want to remember. You have no idea what it's like to not even remember four years of your life. I look at those pictures in that book, and I think that I'm looking into the lives of strangers… It's horrible…"

"So then why won't you even try this?"

"Maybe… maybe it's just because I'll be so let down if it doesn't work…"

"But that would be the worst that happens, right?" Phil asked, though to him, that was the worst thing that could happen. Death by Lack of Keely.

"I guess…" She fell silent, then nodded, as if she'd ascertained her feelings.

They slowly leaned towards each other, and soon, Phil was lost in the warm touch he'd experienced so many months ago. He had long awaited the moment when they'd be reunited, and the feeling was just the same as he remembered it.

They pulled away, much to Phil's dismay. He looked into her eyes, and she looked into his. After a beat, she sighed, and looked away. "I was afraid of this," she muttered. She looked into his eyes again, before walking back inside.

Phil sighed. Perhaps nothing would bring her back to him.

Perhaps fate was more cruel than he'd once thought.

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