I paced in the hallway three days later, waiting for Zach to wake up.

"Cammie?" I turned to look at Grant. "He's awake."

I took in his words then rushed to the door. "Wait-" He said, but I ignored him. I ran up to Zach's side.

His eyes met mine and I almost started crying. "Hey." I took his hand. "How are you feeling?"

He frowned at me. "Who are you?"

Amnesia.

Zach had amnesia.

He couldn't remember anything from the past year. Meaning he had no idea who I was.

The next six months were hard. We tried and tried to get him to remember but no matter what we did, he just couldn't.

Six months I came to Zach to try to get him to remember me, to remember us. But he couldn't.

I'd had a chance to have him back before the accident and I'd taken it.

Only it had been to late.

Now I was no one to Zach.

"Hey, can we talk?" I jumped when I heard Seth's voice.

I turned to him. "Yeah."

He walked me outside where we stood in the winter weather. It was February. "So look, I won't even bother stalling, I'll just get to the point. I'm leaving in three weeks."

"What? Why?" I blurted.

"Concert again." He said.

Wow, this was like déjà vu. Last year I'd been in the same position with Zach. He'd been leaving for a concert in a month too. "Wow." Was all I could say.

"And I want you to come with me."

"He wants you to go on a tour with him?" Grant said, verifying my words. I nodded. Over the past six months we'd grown pretty close since I came by basically every day to see Zach. "Do you want to go?"

I tapped my fingers against the coffee I was holding and tightened my scarf. We were walking in circles around the park. "I don't know." I sighed.

"Don't think about what other people want and need from you. I didn't ask if you can go, I was asking if you want to." He said. When I didn't respond he kept prodding. "So, do you?"

I pouted and whimpered. "Yes. I do."

"Then that's all there is to it. You'll go."

I gaped at him. "It's not that simple, Grant. I can't just leave without any second thoughts."

"Why not?" He said, stopping. "Give me three good reasons why not."

I rolled my eyes. "I grew up here."

He shook his head. "Not good enough. That's mushy emotional baby stuff."

I gave him a look. "Okay, I'd miss you."

He smirked and held up one finger. "Very good."

"I'd… I don't know. Lose my job? Be abandoning my friends? My brother?"

He considered it and held up another finger. "And last?"

I looked down at my coffee. "Zach."

He put his hand down. "Cammie, it's been six months."

I wiped a tear from my eye with a sniff. "So? He needs time, that's all. He'll remember. People recover from this all the time."

Grant's eyes grew sympathetic. "Cam, the doctors said people usually die from these kinds of accidents. He's lucky to be alive. I honestly don't think he's going to remember, Cammie."

This time I let the tears flow freely. I turned away. "I can't leave him." He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out something that sounded like a cough/sob. "Why does this happen to me? First my mom gets into an accident because of me, and now Zach?"

"Cammie, this isn't your fault."

"Yes it is." I moaned. "If I hadn't done the tour with Seth he wouldn't have come to our hotel room to talk to me. He wouldn't have been mad and left only to not notice a car coming at him. He wouldn't have landed in the hospital if it weren't for me, and he'd still remember this whole year."

Zach's POV

I watched as she cleaned the tables, singing softly under her breath. She was always singing, her voice was beautiful.

I knew she blamed herself for the accident, even though I didn't know why.

She desperately wanted me to remember the past year, but I couldn't. Every time she asked and got the answer no I could see a part of her shatter.

I couldn't do this to her anymore.

I had to let her go.

Cammie's POV

I held up the next photograph to him. "This one was taken when we were at the amusement park. You knew I hated rollercoasters so you finally got me on one after a ton of convincing. This picture was taken after that ride." I cringed. "It was not much fun." I looked up at him. Nothing. I flipped over to the next picture, making sure he couldn't see how much it hurt. "Jonas took this one when we were trying to make pasta. The kitchen was a mess." I laughed. "They came out pretty good though, except you forgot to stir so it was a bit clumped." I looked up again. I put the pictures down. "Here, go through these, I brought something else…" I leaned down into my bag and pulled out the Miley Cyrus CD he'd gotten me. I handed it to him. "Remember this?"

He turned it over then looked at me. "It's a CD. Did you steal it from me or something?"

I laughed. "No. That's not it." I took out Jonas' video camera and played the video of him dancing to Can't Be Tamed. Then it went to the video when we were dancing together. I smiled at the memory but then his hand reached out and shut the camera. I looked at him in confusion. He wouldn't meet my gaze.

"Cammie," He started. "I know you're trying to help, but it's not going to work. I can't remember a thing from last year, and I won't, no matter what you do. Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth remembering. I'm fine without last year, without you. I don't need it. So maybe, you should stop focusing all your energy on me, and focus on yourself."

My jaw almost fell open but I made sure to keep it shut. "Oh," I blinked. "Okay. Um," I started putting my stuff away into my bag. "Sure." I got up off of his bed. "I, uh, yeah." I walked to his door, casting one last look at him. "Bye." I shut his door then ran to the bathroom.

I cried silently, leaning over the sink. A flash of silver caught my eye and I saw the charm bracelet that Zach had given me last year, with the microphone charm hanging off of it. Angrily I took it off and flung it at the wall.

That's all I was, a stupid little reminder of the life we'd had, dangling out of sight.

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