So someone mentioned that the text was a bit confusing, with the flashbacks and all, so I just wanted to clarify that every flashback/memory/vision will be completely in italics and seperated from other passages :3 also, the text from Lux's point of view is meant to be a little confusing, because she's confused c: and when a character's name is underlined, that means all the text below it is from their point of view~

Also, I checked for mistakes at 5:00am and i'm exhausted so please please please point out any mistakes you find? :D

Well I hope you enjoy :3

Chapter Two - A New Life Forgotten

Ezreal

Many like to think themselves and their loved ones immune to misfortune such as this until it becomes reality. I never thought anything could happen to her, and now I don't know what to do.

I tried the best I could to calm my tears and my quivering body, but there's just no way to cope with the knowledge that the woman you've devoted the past three years of your life to doesn't even remember who you are. For the longest time, I could do nothing but sit in stunned silence, frantically searching her face for any sign that she was joking. But I knew her, and this was no joke. The look in her eyes held nothing but the truth. And the one thing I can't do is tell her everything at once, for it could overwhelm her and create even more problems. But I know her; she is smart, and when she remembers – if she remembers – then she will know what to do. Until then, all I can do is wait.

The hopelessness hit me like a rockslide, pulling me under and burying me beneath the shards of my own shattered world. There is no telling how long it will take one to recover years worth of lost memories, or if they ever will at all. I hardly even dare to hope.

The day she remembers… is merely days before we met.

I remember it so clearly. I was out for a walk one day, the sun was shining brightly and the air was crisp and clear. I saw a young girl who looked to be about my age sauntering along the other side of the road in the opposite direction, looking lost and confused. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and the way the sunlight glistened off her golden hair made her appear even more radiant. Without a second thought, I went over to talk to her, knowing I would regret it if I didn't. We introduced ourselves, and I helped her find the shop she had been looking for; after the long walk, we'd gotten to know each other a bit. I'd found out she was the gifted daughter of the highly respected Crownguard family residing in Demacia, and was here on a short break from her lavish lifestyle. Unlike her, I was born and raised here, and set off to explore the world upon leaving the womb. After what seemed like only a few short minutes, we had reluctantly said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

After that day, I was determined to see her again. I had been afraid she wouldn't be staying much longer, so I set out every day in hopes of catching her. And every day, I did, almost as if she had been thinking the same thing. However, both of us feigned surprise each time. I grew more and more fond of her with each passing day, and when it came time for her to leave almost two weeks later, I felt a piece of my heart leaving with her. It wasn't much of a heartfelt goodbye – after all, we'd only known each other a couple weeks. We shared a quick hug and a few words, she told me she hoped to see me again, and that was it.

After she left, I tried to find ways to take my mind off the fact that she was gone. I had thought adventures, research and writing would have kept my thoughts occupied, as they always had prior to meeting Lux. But the feelings she gave me were far different from the ones I received from my favorite pastimes. The things she made me feel were cordial and gratifying, and while I loved a good adventure, they could not fill the void that she created when she left. Adventures could only satisfy my curiosity and alleviate my boredom. It wasn't like I no longer enjoyed myself, but something within me had altered; I now longed for a girl's affection and the thrills of exploring were not enough for me anymore. It was foreign to me. Only fifteen at the time, being with a girl had still seemed several years into the future. Until I saw her, I hadn't thought about it at all. I decided to hold onto these feelings, in hopes that she would remember me and return one day.

Almost two months later, she did. I was surprised and overjoyed when I saw the recognition on her face as she came running over to me. She told me she would be staying longer this time. I remember almost offering to let her stay at my house to avoid any extra expenses on her part, but I got too nervous, thinking she would assume I had ulterior motives. I settled with visiting her every chance I could. After a few more weeks, everyone in town thought we were together; the only thing stopping them from being certain was our word, which we gave only days later. From that day on, we were a couple. When she left again, we always stayed in touch. The emptiness I had felt the first time she left was no longer there, for I knew without a doubt in my mind that she was coming back, and there wasn't a day that I didn't hear from her. She was mine, and I was hers. Knowing that made every day easier.

After being together for almost two years, she moved in with me. She still leaves for several days at a time to visit her family, but otherwise, she's here.

And having her here with me makes me happier than I can ever remember being.

But now the three most significant, cherished years of my life have been washed from her memory, and there's no guarantee that they will ever be recovered.

I may have just lost her forever.

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Lux

Too lightheaded and fatigued to make the journey home, I opted to stay in this cottage for a short time, planning on leaving as soon as I could move around on my own with little effort.

But only under the circumstance that Ezreal stays far enough away from me unless it's by my own request that he assist me. Even though I've only known him a few short hours, he seems like a nice guy, but I'm not about to trust someone who all but kidnapped me. I know he meant no harm, but I can't help but think of every ill intention under the sun that he could possibly have for me. I won't let his kindness impede on my judgment.

On top of that, he seems to know more about what happened to me than I do, but he refuses to tell me. I can't just leave while I still have so many questions and uncertainties if he's the only person that can give me answers. And if I went all the way back home, I would probably never understand. My parents wouldn't know the details of what happened to me – at least not quite yet – and Demacia is a long way to travel on the faint hope that someone could tell me what my mind is hiding from me, while someone here knows everything.

Even though I'm a mess, I'm in the home of a boy I don't know, and the past day or so of my life is hidden in the shadows, I don't feel like I'm in any immediate danger. And if I was, my parents would find out I was missing and send help soon enough. In fact, if something serious did happen, I know I'll be hearing from them any day now. Maybe they will tell me what this Ezreal character won't.

As I let my mind wander, it returned to the vision I'd had earlier, of Ezreal and myself. What I found the most alarming was that I'd seen him in my head before I'd ever seen him in person. Maybe even more unnerving than that… is that it seemed like we were very close. The look he gave me and he way he touched me, it made me want to shudder – from pleasure or apprehension, I didn't know. All I know is that in that shred of a potential memory, I had felt so whole and content and completely enamored by him that nothing else in the world had mattered to me. That thought scared me. For if it were an actual memory, then he meant something to me, and I to him. If that was the case, I wanted desperately to know how we were involved.

If it is a memory… then I couldn't have gotten here merely today, because I hadn't met him before I came to Piltover. That much, I was sure of. I arrived here for a trip today and blacked out. I had no time to meet anyone. If I had seen him, it would have been in between my arrival and when I lost consciousness.

Just as quickly as my mind began making these connections, they fell apart. If that were the case, I'd forgotten more than just one day of my life. I'd forgotten weeks, months, or even years. That just didn't seem possible to me.

Maybe I just caught a quick glance of him passing by before I blacked out, and now my mind is giving me false information. That had to be it. It was probably just a dream.

But that still doesn't explain why I knew his name before he told it to me.

I shook my head to clear it and glanced around the room. If he really does know me, then maybe I could find something in here that will shine some light on what's happened. I hated snooping around, but if he won't tell me what's going on, then I'll have to figure it out myself.

I twisted my body to the side, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and dangling them above the wooden floorboards. Inching forward until my toes touched the floor, I dropped all my weight onto my feet, nearly collapsing as a bolt of pain flared up my right leg. The only thing that kept me upright was my arm instinctively reaching out and steadying myself against the table beside the bed. I leaned back against the bedframe, reaching out and stabilizing the lamp that had begun to sway when I'd slammed my hand into the wood. The timeworn goggles that had lain there had fallen uselessly to the floor.

I stood there for a moment, trying to regain my balance. I must have twisted my ankle somehow.

Once I could stand, with my right foot slightly elevated, I sighed and pushed myself away from the bed, limping towards Ezreal's stash of notebooks and journals. I sat on the chair in front of his desk and – silently cursing myself for snooping through someone's personal things – picked one of the journals up and opened it. I began flipping through the pages, trying to find my name somewhere. There were countless entries about him exploring or discovering something amazing, but nothing that related to me.

Closing the first journal, I looked for another one like it, and found that there was a shelf full of them. They were records of important events, organized by date. I slipped the first one back into its place and pulled out another one, dated four years back. I had just about as much luck with that one as I did with the other. I set it back on the shelf and began searching for one with a more recent date. When I found one from the beginning of this year until now – one that he was probably still writing in – I picked it up.

I found nothing. He mentioned a "she" and a "her" a lot, but I couldn't find anything that was about me. I pulled out the next one back, but it was the same thing.

When I reached the third journal back, however, I found one entry that stuck out to me. It was short, but it sent my heart racing.

I met a girl today. She's visiting from Demacia for a while. She won't be staying long, but I hope that I can see her again. Her name is Luxanna.

As I noticed the small text scribbled in at the top of the page above this entry, my blood turned to ice and my fingers froze grasping the thin book. For a while, all I could do was stare in complete panic; I couldn't even work up the courage to turn to the next page. My body was shaking and I was fighting back tears, straining to swallow past the lump in my throat.

The entry was dated for June 18th, almost three and a half years ago.

Struggling to calm myself down, I closed the journal and tried unsteadily to put it back in place, but a small photograph fell out from between the pages and landed face-down on the floor.

On the back, it read September 4th, and it was from the same year as the journal entry.

My heartbeat echoing through my ears, I reached down and picked it up with quivering fingers, pausing only a moment before turning it over.

My breath caught in my throat and I started to feel dizzy.

It was unmistakably me and Ezreal. He had his arm around my shoulders and was smiling broadly. I was laughing, looking up at him with affection evident in my gaze. I don't know if I've ever seen anyone appear as happy as we do in this photo.

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"Ezreal, no photos! I don't like how I look today!"

I heard my own voice echoing in my mind.

"Come on, pleeease? You look beautiful as always!"

And then his.

"But I—"

The occasional flash of sunlight disrupted my vision.

"Smile!"

A camera shutter.

"Ez…"

._-:*~*~*~*:-_.

My mind snapped back out of the vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fear gripping me as my head started spinning. What is going on?

Tears filling my eyes and vertigo taking over my body, I collapsed to the ground, my knees digging into the hard floor. But I was growing numb, and I could hardly feel the pain. My eyes never left that photograph as the truth of my reality began to set in.

As if on cue, I heard rapid footsteps approaching the door. Thinking quickly, I tossed the picture beneath the desk and forced myself to move as close to the bed as I could manage, but before I could move very far, the door flew open and Ezreal stepped in.

Our eyes locked, and my tears refused to cease.

Thank you for reading~ *gives cupcake*

Reviews or constructive criticism please? :3 it helps a lot c:

Also, I was thinking about turning this story into a manga/comic. I would post it on deviantart. I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested in reading it :3 it's just an idea right now, but maybe let me know? c: