We had packed up and cleaned the hotel to our best, placing a blanket on the wine covered sofa. The drive back home was silent as we took the city bus. It wasn't ideal, but the best we could do since neither of us had the money for an Uber.

walking inside the house it was very quiet, too quiet...

"Johnny." I jumped up to my dads voice. He'd been in the kitchen sitting and drinking what I could only guess was beer in a wine glass. He had dress pants and shoes on- as well as a tie. His hair was also slicked back.

"You two, where'ya been." He was also clearly drunk.

"Out." I muttered. Trying to get Chris quietly back to my room.

"Not you. Him" He stands up and points at Chris. Busted.

I looked at Chris and he of course look 'as happy as can be. And I so heartedly wanted to wipe that grin off his face. It was obvious why he was still so giddy.

"What's the occasion?" Chris asks. Nodding to his suit.

"Johnn'ies moth-r and I are getting a divorce!" My father smiles, swaying back and fourth before once again heading back to the kitchen table. I Shake my head before heading back to my room, and laying down with Chris.

"We should go out more often." I smile- holding his hand.

"Johnny- do you maybe think this will last forever?"

My body stiffens as our hands release from one another, looking at him I can see the doubt and curiosity filled in his eyes.

"I remember now." He says.

"Remember what?"

"How we met."

I laugh and go to agree how funny it was when we first met but as I go to speak I realize, I don't know- how we first met. Which is more than odd, all I know is we were together, and now thinking even more about it I can't remember when we weren't together.

Like what was before that.

"I came here on a wish. Or a dream or something. I appeared and you were scared but tranced by my aroma."

"what're you talking about.." I plea. Confused as he avoids meeting my eyes.

A few hours ago we were just kissing, and- doing other stuff and now he's acting all cold and dramatic.

"I love you. I do Johnny, but I think your feelings for me were forced." "You don't know where we began and soon you'll forget where we end."

I give him a hard push in his arm hoping he'll stop spewing the nonsense coming out of his mouth and be real with me for a second. It's not until he turns over to finally face me I realize he's serious.

"Promise me."

"Promise you wha-"

"Promise me you won't forget where we end. When I go back."

"You're scaring me- go back where?!"

I feel my heart skip as he clasps my hands together with his. He leans forward to where his forehead touches mine gently and rubs his thumb in-between mine.

"When we go to sleep tonight, and you wake up tomorrow and I'm not there. Don't forget. Don't forget this, or the things before this. Don't forget when I held you or kissed you, or when we did- 'things. Don't forget the love you might've had for me."

I don't say anything as I don't want to here anymore of what he has to say.

The few hours that separated the daylight and the night time soon closed. I fought to keep myself awake as long as I could. Hoping his words weren't true. He on the other hand had no problem going to sleep.

Was he being serious?.. Or did he just plan to up and leave randomly in the morning when I'm asleep. It didn't matter- because if that was his plan.. It worked.

I fought to stay awake, to feel him one last time before I finally gave out. And he was right..

I swear- I only blinked but I guess enough time had passed and he was gone.. as I looked all that was left was his body imprint. I even stupidly searched from a note or some kind of message.

I was angry, upset, hurt, and more all at the same time. But I kept repeating to myself don't forget, don't forget, don't-

And as I felt something and looked around confused, I thought about what I wasn't supposed to forget...

I shrugged the feeling off, going to the kitchen table and taking out my favorite type of cereal.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I frowned as the box was half empty as I carefully poured it into a small bowl. Adding the milk last as well as one of my favorite spoons.

Taking a bite I smelled the sweet aroma and enjoyed the milk even more as It swished around in my mouth, the coolness exploring my togue.

"I wish this could last forever." I thought to myself as I took another bite.

'Forever.'

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The end!

I really hope you guys enjoyed this short story series! There's been a lot of ups and downs but we got through it. Thank you so much for the reads. And

I do have a collection series of smuts that'll be published soon! It'll include BoyxBoy, GirlxGirl, StudentxTeacher, BoyxGirl, Bdsm, roleplay, and other senerios- they'll all be 1-2 chapters long.

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