A/N: This is inspired by one of the most popular infamous fanfic among bandoms (there are not that many so I think you'll figure this out easily) Let the heartaches start! Enjoy~

*Y/N's P. O. V.*

"Y/N, I can't help but notice that you're getting better and better recently. I mean it's not that you weren't before, but recently you just seem...happier and I'm so delighted to see that," Ms. Flack, my therapist, said to me. This is the first time she has ever said something like this to me and I do get why she said this.

I gave her a small smile. Ms. Flack and I know a lot about each other now because she has been my therapist since the moment I can remember...and by that, I mean five years ago. Yes, that's all that I can remember within my 23 years of existence in this world. Only 5 years of memories of feeling lost and confused and the other 17 are left in the past, never to resurface again. She and my family says it's better this way and I just passively accepted that and not asking anything again. I know they mean well and I can see that they are trying to help me, it's just that all these changed me.

Of course, the moment I woke up without any memory, I was confused and lost out of my mind and since then, that's really all I am now. I was afraid to be open to the world again because I'm scared that I might just lose it. I became introverted, only talking to my family and Ms. Flack and I've lived like that for years. I really am trying to be okay, but something was pulling me back, it's like I'm so scared with human interaction and never wanting to be attached with anyone again...until I met him.

"I met someone," I said to her. I really have no difficulty with opening up to her now since she's really all I talk to. Besides, I trust her, "We met at a book store and we just started talking. It was just small talks, mostly about music even if we're in a book store. He immediately became my...friend," I explained.

Ms. Flack was smiling at me happily. I know she's really glad that this finally happens, I'm beginning to be open to people again.

"That sounds great, Y/N. You love music a lot and it's good that you found someone with similar interests," she told me and I nodded at her.

She didn't press on with the topic and I appreciated that. We continued with the session as per usual, but this time, it felt a lot lighter. I feel like I'm just talking to a friend rather than getting help. I think my time talking to him is really helping me a lot with my communication skills.

After an hour, our session ended and my mom came to pick me up. They really are a little strict to me, but I don't mind. I didn't want to be alone anyways. This is my life - just going back and forth between therapy and home...but now, I'm adding a new place on my list.

"Can I stay at the bookstore three blocks away from our house, mom? My friend is waiting for me there," I told my mom as she was driving and I think she almost ran into a mailbox the moment I said friend.

"Of course, dear! Of course," she said excitedly. I just realized that this is the first time I told her about this new friend, "I see that you've met someone huh?" she asked.

"Yeah. He's kind and we have similar interests. Don't worry though, we never meet outside the bookstore," I reassured.

"Oh, Y/N. I'm just glad that you're ----

"I know, mom. I know," I said while smiling at her. Finally, we reached the bookstore and she stopped the car. My mom hugged me and kissed me on the head.

"I'll get home before it gets dark, I promise," I said.

"I'll prepare an amazing dinner. Ask your friend to come to. We'd love to meet him," she told me.

"Okay, I will. See you later, mom." I climbed out of the car and waved her goodbye before she drove off.

I hurried inside the old bookstore. As usual, the bookstore is empty, I honestly think that he and I are the only regulars here. The old storekeeper greeted me with a kind smile to which I replied with the same manner.  After greeting the storekeeper, I headed to the small area inside where the chairs and tables are and there, I finally saw him.

"Hey, you're late," Patrick said to me with a cute playful frown.

"I'm really sorry, Patrick. My therapist extended our session today. I couldn't leave her clinic on time," I explained. I'm worried that he might be angry or disappointed at me, but thankfully, his frown turned upside down immediately.

"Just kidding, of course, it's fine. I'd be willing to wait for you any day any time," he said with a sweet smile. "So, what record are we going to talk about today?" he asked excitedly and a huge smile involuntarily appear on my lips.

This is what we do. We just hang out in here and talk non-stop about music. We both find it funny that we are talking about that in a bookstore, but for us, somehow,  it's the perfect place. It's quiet, there are no other people around - it's just our little space. Patrick seems to appreciate the disconnection from the outside world too. He told me that the silence and peaceful ambiance inside this place resonate with him.

Patrick and I are around the same age and he also lives nearby. He's still with his mom, along with his two step-siblings. The passion for music runs in his family and that's really what keeps him going too. He doesn't really share that much but I know that somehow he and I meet halfway. He has said that he's struggling to connect with other people too and was just happy that we clicked. He often says we're 'two lost souls who are alone together'.

After an hour of chatting about old records that we can both remember, I realized that it's about to get dark. I checked my watch to see the time and he might have noticed it.

"Are you about to head home?" he asked.

"Yeah, but oh! Do you want to, you know, have dinner at our house? I kinda mentioned you to my mom and she said I can invite you over for dinner. It'll be great to finally introduce you to them too," I said excitedly. Patrick was just silently staring at me, "Hey?"

"Y-yeah, of course. Sure," he finally replied.

We arranged our things and headed outside. I said goodbye to the storekeeper which is always kind enough to let us stay there. He said goodbye to me as Patrick remained silent. 

"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly became silent?" I asked him as we walk side by side towards our house.

"Yeah. I just...remembered something, but I'm fine," he explained before giving me a small smile. I nodded at him and we continued to walk. We really live in a quiet town and there are not many people around but I'm not complaining, in fact, I like it this way. Everything seems so peaceful in here.

After a few more minutes of walking, we finally reached our front lawn, "Here we are. I'll quickly call mom, just follow me," I walked along the pavement first knowing that he's following behind. 

I knocked on our door and my mom was quick to open it, "Hey sweetie," she greeted me with a hug.

"Hey, mom. I brought someone. I'd like you to meet Patr---" I turned around and saw no one. "Patrick?" I asked, looking around confused. He was just behind me.

"Where's your friend, dear?" my mom asked me.

"I...I think he bailed on me. Maybe he has to do something since earlier he told me he just remembered something," I set aside my confusion and explained to my mom. She just smiled at me.

"Oh, I'm sure he's fine. Maybe he forgot an errand or something. Just invite him again next time, okay? Come on in, food is ready and it's your favorite!" she said excitedly and I smiled at her.

My mom went inside, leaving me by the door. I looked around again, trying to see where he could have gone. I know he's just behind me, I know he's following me...he must have been so fast to disappear like that.

"Where did you go?" I murmured to myself, worried. But maybe mom is right, maybe he just remembered that he had to do something else.

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I'm sure you already know what this is based from.

Don't worry though, there will be changes of course!

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