I hardly remember my dad or anything about my distant past. Once my parents divorced when I was seven, I erased as many memories as I possibly could. I remember vague facts, like how my dad would take Sora and I to the train station so we could watch the sunset at the other end of town. We used to go all the time during the summers that I grew up, but only one summer is still in my memory, just as a blur.

I was seven, and it was early in the first month of summer, and I wandered off and got lost. It was getting late and dark and I got scared and all I really remember was winding up in some tunnels underground, getting even more lost. I remember kneeling on the ground, crying my eyes out when I felt arms around me. I looked up, and the rest is like a hazy dream. I don't remember his face, I don't remember his name, or his voice, but I do remember that I immediately fell in love with him. I think he was probably a few years older than myself, and he was tall, but for the life of me I can't remember his eye or hair color or anything about him other than, I loved him. I think when I tried to erase the memories of my dad, I erased my memories of him too. But I do remember what happened after he held me. He calmed me down and wiped my tears, telling me that everything was going to be ok. He asked me if I was lost, and I nodded, and he promised to stay with me until I was found, and he did. He held my hand and patted my hair and smiled for a few hours till my dad found me.

The next day I went back and looked everywhere for him, but couldn't find him. I kept going back, sneaking out and learning my way around, till I finally found him. And like a far off memory, I remember running to him, I remember him opening his arms, and I remember him holding me tight. We spent hours together every day while my dad became too busy to care, and while Sora would run around the town trying to meet new people because he loved the way new 'friends' complimented his smile and adorable face. As for me, I loved being wherever that boy was. I may have been little, I may not remember much about it all, but I know for a fact it was love. We held hands every second we were together, we hugged every time like it was our last. I vaguely remember sleeping in his arms once as we waited for the sun to set. And I vividly remember being woken up by my first kiss. I remember looking into his eyes, and though I may not remember their color, I remember their sincerity. After that evening, we kissed all the time. They were just sweet innocent pecks, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat every damn time.

And then, my parents began fighting more and more. It was nearly the end of summer when my mom told me we were moving. That next day was the last time I ever saw my dad. The next week, I was in Radiant Garden, where I've been ever since. And even though I don't remember the name of the city we used to live in, I don't care. I don't remember because I don't want to. I don't want to…because I never got to say goodbye to him; to my first and only love. I never found him in time to tell him I was moving, I never told him how much I'd miss him. Once I forgot part of him, I wanted to forget all of him. It hurt to only have half of the puzzle. Like a scattered dream, as days passed, I forgot more and more. Now, all that I can remember, is that he exists, and that I loved him. But most importantly, I remember that once I lost him and my dad, I lost my ability to have and show emotions.

Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter is super short! But the next one will be much longer! Please feel free to ask away, any questions you have, I'll answer =) Also, just posted an Akuroku oneshot, Untie Me, so check it out ^_^

Toboxthissideup: Glad you already read Untie Me, and yes, it was fun to write first thing in the morning hehehehe! Hmm, what inspires me to write? Well the obvious would be KH, duh :P, but I consider myself a writing addict. Imagine the worst drug addict….and that's me with writing. Not an hour of my life goes by without me writing, either in my head, on paper, on my hands, on my shoes, on my cell-phone, anything. I write while I'm in class (EVERY class), I write when I'm talking to people, when I'm doing homework, as I play KH, in the shower (TMI lol hehe), even as I fall asleep. I'm never NOT writing. I can't survive without it. If I go more than a few hours without some kind of creative writing, I get angry easily and I get frustrated and I feel empty. What inspired me to write KH yaoi fanfiction is my obviously DEEP love for it, and what inspires me to continue to write is YOU! All of my fans, especially the ones that review ^_^ Cause when I write a story, I judge how well people like by how many people review it and what they say. So thank you for being such a wonderful inspiration =)

To drunkoncookies: Hahaha, already emailed it to you ;) and I wish we could trade school :P lol

Thanks for reading! It's going to get better, i promise ;)

Heart, Sarabellum