One Shots

Amnesia

[Prompt]

I have amnesia and you say you're my best friend but I keep on forgetting and thinking we're lovers

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[Marthlington - Wag's PoV]

[1534 words]

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I sat down at Martha's kitchen table. The sun was just coming over the horizon as I set out two plates of eggs and toast. A few days after almost everyone had gone on a scouting mission to find Urulu there had been an accident. One of the taller trees in Martha's orchard had fallen onto her house, directly where her bed was.

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Unfortunately it had been the middle of the night. She had been asleep and there was no one around to find her until morning.

When I came over to her house to see why she hadn't met up with me that morning, I saw the gaping hole the tree had torn into the façade. Everything after that had felt like a blur. I remembered how numb my body felt as I ran up the creaky stairs. How my stomach dropped into my toes when I saw the blood.

Her once beautiful pink lace bedspread was soaked and dripping slightly at the corner.

After that I only remembered the slight glow of my phone as I called Declan. The snapping from the log as I somehow managed to slowly levitate the tree off of her chest. The wizards buzzing around to fix the hole while Declan wrapped her up.

People asked me questions, but I had been too dazed and scared to answer them.

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Since the accident she repeatedly forgot who people were. There had been numerous times so far where she had forgotten me and made assumptions based on the fact that she was currently living in my house.

"Good morning darling!" He sweet voice rang out from the elevator pad as she appeared on it.

"Morning Martha," I replied. I found it easier not to correct her every time. It was only a matter of time before she would forget me again.

She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. Before I could stop her she grabbed my butt and lay her head on my shoulder. I leapt away from her; perhaps I had been wrong in not correcting her.

"Martha dear," I said to her softly as I pulled away. "Your confused again! You're engaged to Steve, not me." I held both of her hands to keep them away from my waist as I looked into her confused, child- like eyes. A piece of her soft lavender hair feel in front of her eye but I resisted moving it for her.

Such a gesture would be seen as romantic and could lead to nothing other than more confusion for her.

I released her hands and looked away in the hopes that she wouldn't see the longing in my eyes.

"But Waggles," she said. I risked a glance in her direction. She was looking at me, locking me into eye contact, fear in her eyes. "I haven't even met Steve. You keep saying we're just friends, but the way you look at me when you think I don't notice..." She trailed off and I was glad she hasn't finished the thought.

"Steve is your fiance," I told her softly but sternly. "He's on a trip. If he knew you were hurt he would be here, but he doesn't. You love each other." This was possibly the hardest conversation I had ever had. "Not me."

I hated saying it. I didn't know if it was true or not, but I knew she couldn't love me. Not in that way anyways. Even if she could love more than one person, I knew it would never fly with Steve. And Steve had been there first. They've been through so much together, I couldn't be the one to end that for them.