I do not remember.

I cannot remember.

Why?

I am aware that-
As far back as my mind let's me,

I did not know my old life.

I didn't know simple procedures.
Simple items or ideals.
Simple emotions.

So, why?

Why can't I be normal?

Yuu, please tell me the answer.

Why?

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

Why can't I remember?

Is that too much to ask?
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Please?

I tossed the paper into the drawer. One in the morning, I woke up in a panic. I thought I was going to die, for some reason.
I couldn't remember why I thought that.

So, I did what my mind told me to, with the knowledge that I held.

Write a letter to Yuu.

I do not know why he was the first person to come to mind.

This didn't occur to me, red ruby shining at me through the lamplight. So, in the dark room dimly illuminating my slouched figure, I hyperventilated.

And cried.

I cried for what I did not know.

I cried for what I did not remember.

I cried for those I couldn't remember.

I mourned for myself.

And I wondered.

Why did the Fates want me alive?

Why was it so important that I lived through the fall?

What purpose did I serve?

A gentle and warm hand rubbed against the male of my neck, my tear stained eyes opening quickly as if his touch sent lighting throughout my body. My head was on it's side, pressing against the wooden table.

"Are you alright?" His voice was barely above a whisper. It soothed me.
Sniffling quite loudly, I nodded.
"I'm fine."

"You... You don't look fine."

"It was nothing." I sat up. His hand fell. He bit his lip as if wanting to ask. Yu stared at me, green eyes shining. He wanted to insist I tell him.

"Can I... Can I get dressed? Alone today?"

"Sure-" he broke off, staring at me for a while.
"Sure." He murmured, closing the door softly behind him.

"God, I made such a fool of myself." I groaned, hitting my head on the open closet door, fishing around for my clothes. "I should've washed my face before passing out on my desk." I mumbled, hands snagging the outfit I wanted.

"You look like death." Tetsuya joked as I left my dorm room.
"I still need to brush my hair and teeth, you heartless monster." I fired back. He laughed, following me down the hall.

I tried to not notice the worried look on Yuuichiro's face.

It hurt to see him fretting over my own issues.

He's done too much for me.

I would hate to have him help me with this.

"Min, you have spray paint... Everywhere." Marco pointed out, waving  a hand over his face in a clockwise motion.
"Yeah, I know. The girls were 'hoggin the girl's shower and the Dean was walking around every floor I tried for the boy's." She muttered. Chi made her allow him to clean off her face (eyes and mouth were safe), and Tetsuya crowned him mom of the year. Yuu punched him in the shoulder for that joke. Alan was talking about how the paint's going to ruin her skin, and Marco pointed out that she didn't care.

Min gave him a thumbs up for that.

Her silent mark of approval.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate world history?" I sighed, laying on my back against the rug I had woken up on a while back.
"Several times, actually." Yuu mentioned from his bed. Min was with us, drawing madly on a large sketch pad.
"We all hate it. Only difference for us is we learn it over and over and over..." She trailed off, pencil skidding off of the paper.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's mostly our own country's history and the whole war with the Anemoi." He sighed, tapping his pen on the text book, leaning his head back against one of the posters on his wall.
"Huh. I didn't know that."
"That's because historians fail to neglect that fact." Min shrugged simply. "And they suck dick." She then whooped, nearly tossing her sketch pad across the room.
"Anyway, I gotta bolt. Do some stuff that's frowned upon by the Dean, the usual."
"Bye. Don't get arrested tonight." Yu waved.
"That was two years ago!" She shouted, already out in the hall.
He chuckled, a small smile on his lips.
"Arrested?" I asked with precaution on the subject.
"Well, we're not sure what she does, but I'm presuming it's illegal. She got arrested a couple years ago and I had to bail her out before the cops found out who she was." He explained awkwardly.

"Oh."

I didn't know that had happened.

"Hm... Hey, I've got a question."
"Tell me." I prompted automatically.
"Can I call you Mika? This isn't the question. I just wanted to know."
"Only if I can call you Yu." I countered, despite the fact that that was already his nickname in my mind.
"Deal." He fist bumped me to seal the deal.

"Alright. So, somethings been bothering you," I groaned, lolling my head back.
Here we go..

"And I'm not going to pester you to figure out what it is." My head shot up at those words, watching the emerald eyes trained upon me grow nervous as he scratched the nape of his neck.

"So... Uh... Why don't we have some fun instead? I have an idea of what we can do; but it's highly dangerous and probably illegal. You up for it?" He asked. I thought about it for a minute.

Who am I kidding- no I didn't.

I just acted.

"Of course I am."

Strange....

I cannot remember if I have loved someone before,

But Yuu reminded me of what Iris had told me last week.

He made my heart skip a beat when he laughed...

His smile sometimes made me forget my own name...

Wow, emotions are weird.

Was this love?

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Huh.

How Hilarious.

I can't remember.