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Alyson looked into Phoenix’s eyes. He let go of her hand and tilted his head, “Do you remember now?” Alyson blinked pulling away.
“I know that I know you. But I do not remember us...I am sorry am I supposed to?” Phoenix swelled with anger, “Yes!” he screamed, kicking the stool at his feet. It went flying through the air. He yelled, pulling at his dark hair. Alyson slowly backed away, she began to shake. Phoenix stopped for a moment looking at Alyson. He stepped towards her lifting his hand again. Then he quickly pulled it away stepping back.
“You were supposed to remember, me.” He said his voice a soft whisper. Phoenix fell back sitting on the mushroom chair. He looked down to the floor, overwhelmed that he couldn’t fix Alyson. He tried to get her to remember him, to remember herself. But she couldn’t.
A single tear fell down his cheek, steaming as it went. His skin started to flake showing the inside, dark purple ooze showed through the cracks. He couldn’t cry, he wouldn’t cry.
A hand was placed onto his shoulder, a gentle soft hand. He let out a fake chuckle. The hand made it to his chin lifting it up. Phoenix met Alyson’s pale blue eyes.
“I am sorry.” she said her voice softer than light.
“This isn’t your fault my love.” He said slowly standing, “It is my fault that you do not remember us. That you don’t remember yourself.”
“I want to remember us, I want to remember you.” She said, tears fell down her cheeks. The words struck his heart, a thousand swords piercing it. He would do anything for Alyson, and he was going to get her memory back.
Phoenix embraced her his large arms wrapped around her pulling her closer to him. He hugged her as if it was the last time her would ever see her. The woman he swore not to love, the woman that helped him when he was injured. Alyson hummed, the same song from the memory he gave her. Phoenix pulled away, she looked up to him and pulling his head down she placed a feather light kiss upon his lips.
"I want to remember you." Alyson said her voice so gentle that if she were to raise it it would shatter like glass. He was close to melting. He kissed her back with everything he felt about her. He loved this woman. This woman was his, and no King of hearts could take her away from him.
Alyson was his.