It has been 352 days since the dream. Kaito had been trying in vain to find out. Find out who 'she' is. It doesn't help that the flashback's have stopped

Kaito is at home, he's feeling the holiday mood set in, but he just can't figure out... "Who is she?" he asked aloud. His head was rested on his left hand, and with the other, he spun a pen. He closed his eyes, trying to remember when he even wrote that. "Did I even write that?" he asked, staring at the roughly scribbled words on the calendar. "Ah! Whatever! Could have been some prank!" he said, throwing the pen.

The pen rolled behind the desk, out of sight, out of mind.

****

Amaris collapsed onto the hotel bed. I'm finally back! I'm going to see Kaito again! But...why didn't he dream of me again? Has he perhaps...forgotten? No, it can't be. He's definitely going to remember!

****

"What should we do today, dear?"

"I want to go out for a walk."

"But the condition of the air isn't good, dear."

"Still..."

"Alright."

Amaris waits, the cars pass, passer-bys stare, everything is going by. Time is flying. Night has fallen. There Amaris still stands...hoping, waiting...for him to come.

Yet another day is gone. He hasn't appeared. Amaris's heart fell.

"Hey!"

Kaito?

"You! You're new here aren't you."

"Eh."

"You are the perfect description that Kaito gave almost one year ago!"

"Oh?" Romerus?

"Come! Kaito is not going to believe this." Romerus dragged her away.

****

"Kaito! It's the girl!" Romerus announced.

"Kaito!" Amaris smiled.

"What girl?!" Kaito asked coldly, eyeing Amaris suspiciously.

"Kai...kaito?"

"Do I know you?" he asked.

Amaris averted her eyes to the floor, hiding the tears that were welling up. She shook her head.

"Romerus, did you think that you finally learned to prank properly? You just dragged a girl to my house," he said in his cold, lazy manner. Then he turned to the girl, "Don't come back."

Amaris's eyes widened, still fixed on the ground, tears rolled. Invisible...hurting...tears of sadness. So, he had really forgotten. It feels like my each teardrop is a piece of my heart. They're tearing a hole, bigger...and bigger...it hurts...to be forgotten

****

"Romerus! What is wrong with you!?" Kaito yelled when she had left.

"But..she fit your descriptions perfectly..."

"Shut up! Just because I lose memories, it doesn't give you a reason to poke on my weakness!"

There was silence. Romerus stared in shock at the usually lazy Kaito.

"I'm...I'm sorry...I'm in a bad mood now." Kaito went back into his house and shut the door.

She looked...vaguely familiar. She's scary. She's....

****

"Amaris, dear." knock knock knock. "Amaris, are you asleep? Are you alright, dear?"

It hurts, mom. It hurts...I wish you could see through my silence and open the door. I'm hurting. He doesn't care. He's forgotten. He's rejected me...it hurts...

"Ok, dear. I'll tell you the news tomorrow," and the footsteps faded.

Mom, it hurts. It feels terrible. My quilt wil be soaked with tears tomorrow. I missed him so much. I miss him even more now. He stole my heart in a dream but he has forgotten...His face, it has been ironed into my brain, my heart, my very soul. I can't bear it....it's the first time I have ever felt this way...I never want to experience this again...this sense of loss, emptiness, and something unexplainable.

****

What's this? Am I feeling hurt? Lonely? No...it's an unexplainable feeling.

Kaito got up from lazing on his bed. He put his hand to his forehead.

It's hot. I'm probably getting a fever. Might as well take a walk in the terrible haze. Where's my pen? Need to write a note to my parents.

He squeezed his hand into the gap between the wall and his desk. What's this? A paper? Ah...here's my pen. might as well write on this....picture?