Second prompt in one day! I was impatient to get this one up but I really should pace myself, exams and all... I really hope you like this one because I just love this situation, it's possibliy one of my favourite prompts so far!

(Note: This situation is similar to Eleven and River Song on Doctor who. Angst on the way! You have been warned.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who or Glee.

2. Mirrors

Problem is it's all back to front. Every time we meet I know him more… and he knows me less.

The first time I met Blaine I was in high school. He was in the year above in another more prestigious school. I had sneaked in to see him and his glee club sing and we met on the stairs. And for the rest of the day, just one day, it was magic. It was fireworks and brilliance and we just clicked. Two separate pieces fitting to make whole. And for that one day we just talked. I wanted to know everything about this handsome and mysterious boy that to me had dropped out of the sky from no where.

He was there for me at my worst and comforted me when I needed him. He was clever and mad with those large pink glasses and utterly wonderful. For me it was love at first sight. And when I left that evening to return home everything was brighter and my world was so much better.

The next week when I could finally see him, everything had changed. He had forgotten things about me. Only my name, that I was from another school and my likes and dislikes. But not the reason why I had come to the school. He had forgotten about my traumatic experiences of bullying in my own high school. At first I was hurt and confused. It wasn't until we had straightened everything out that I knew the truth. Blaine has a specific brain injury from a car crash a year ago, which meant he often forgot things, people and moments he had experienced a week ago. I was that moment, person or thing that he had forgot. We talked and the beauty and sparks were back and everything was perfect again. I thought that as long as I could keep reminding him who I was we could still be together. We could still work. Blaine told me that he wanted there to be an us too.

I tried to see him more often. Everyday I would come but my friends thought I was naive and desperate for him to remember me, hoping against hope that our connection was still there. That the love I held for this incredible man was a farce and not worth the hurt and pain.

I believed differently. Believed with all my heart.

But this injury only strengthened in time. I watched a everything he knew slipped away from him. Every time I met him I knew him more. And he knew me less.

It broke my heart every time I had to see him and we would have to sit down for minutes, then hours just for him to catch up on who I was, the places we went to and the things we did. He was very brave, my Blaine. He tried hard to remember me. He even told me he loved me. He loved that I had stuck with him for all this time. Loved my determination and devotion. Loved that I was the only solid factor in his life that he couldn't let go of. I returned my love, only for him to forget the next morning. It tore my heart every time he said the same speech. Over and over again. One would think I tired of hearing the same thing but instead I was always moved into tears.

I hung onto our every moments, every kiss and touch- treasures in the emotional whirlwind that threatened to suck us both down into it's pits of despair. The love I felt for him would eventually destroy me. But to me it was a love well loved.

Who are you?

Eventually the day came when he had forgotten all about me. And no matter how many times I told him, bordering on hysteria until I feared he thought me a madman, he was completely apathetic. And so I had to turn away from him. I remained devoted to him despite being unable to stay by his side. Even though we were no longer two sides of the same coin.

We were like a person standing in front of a mirror. I turned left and he would turn right. I would step closer and he would mimic. A hope would spring and we would touch the glass pane just to confirm that this was reality. But there was this barrier between us, always there and we would be forced to feel disappointment and anguish. I would turn away. And he would too.

I came home that night, feeling as if my whole world had ended around me and everything else, and I found a letter. It was from Blaine. It wasn't a great piece of writing, no Charles Dickens or Shakespeare. It only held a few sentences. But they were poetry in itself. It was brilliance, and wonderful and my Blaine.

My time is up. But you must know that I loved you with everything I had. You moved me and I wish we could have been forever. I am forever grateful that I had met you.

Thank you.

I know that soon he wouldn't remember how to write or to sing. The day that comes will completely crush him forever. But though I can no longer be by his side, though he can never remember me; I will always remember him. He is tangible in my memory, not some image in a mirror. Even though I have moved on from him to find new love and happiness; I'll always have his letter.

There's a first time for everything

And a last time.