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amnesia | dylan

Five months after a devastating accident that caused you to forget everyone in your life you were waking up on your 26th birthday.

The people who were your friends before the accident had tried to help you remember them, they eventually realised that it was unlikely you'd get your memories back so they decided to make new ones. You weren't sure why these people cared so much about you but you appreciated their efforts.

There was one person who would always go the extra mile, your friends said you used to be madly in love with him and were planning your future together. But no matter how hard you tried you couldn't remember him, he didn't push you to remember him no matter how hard it was for him to let the old you go. He loved you and he couldn't think of his life without you, but whenever he would look at you it broke him to know you would never love him back.

It was hard being surrounded by people who loved you so much but you still felt like they were strangers, even the boy with the warm brown eyes and messy brown hair.

Rolling over to turn off your alarm you saw your phone light up with numerous messages.

tyler: happy birthday y/n! hope it's a good one ;)

holland: happy birthday y/n! see you tonight!

shelley: happy birthday bb! love you

It felt strange receiving messages from these people, you tried to remember them, you really did. Even looking at pictures of yourself with them felt like you were staring at someone else. You replied to all of them with a simple 'thank you :)' but there seemed to be one person missing from the messages.

That's when the doorbell to your apartment rang and you sprang out of bed, before opening the door you brushed your hair and pulled on your silk nightgown over your pyjamas. The boy with the moles that reminded you of constellations and a lopsided smile that used to make you melt inside stood outside of your door with a take-out box.

"Dylan." You smiled softly, a small part of you hated that this boy pined over you when you had no idea why.

"Happy birthday, y/n!" He smiled, dimples appearing in his cheeks, "I got your favourite, blueberry pancakes."

The aroma of the pancakes filled your apartment as you let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Thank you, Dylan." You said, following him to your kitchen. He set two plates out and piled the pancakes onto them.

Your heart ached as he did, he always seemed so happy around you and you wanted to feel the same way he did but you had no idea how to.

"No problem, bab- I mean, y/n." He constantly had to stop himself calling you the nicknames he used to call you.

"So, um, are you coming tonight? To the party?" You asked him, your friends, Tyler and Shelley, had organised a party for you and the least you could do was go.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, y/n." He said as his chestnut-brown eyes gazed into yours, you had to look away quickly.

"Great." You said quietly, taking a bite of your pancakes.

Dylan visited you every week despite his busy schedule, he didn't care if he was late for work or a meeting, you were more important than any of those things.

After you'd finished the pancakes you cleared away the plates, as you stood by the sink your emotions seemed to get the better of you and a tear fell down your cheek.

Dylan was still sat at your kitchen table when he noticed you'd stopped washing the dishes, "y/n, what's wrong?"

You wiped away the tear and turned to him, plastering a smile on your face, "nothing."

His facial expression softened as he saw that your eyes were red, "please... y/n, you can tell me anything."

You shook your head, "that's the thing, Dylan. I can't. I don't understand why you stick around when I can't even remember you, or my own friends... why do you stay when you know I don't feel the same way you feel about me?"

His heart sunk as he saw the pain in your eyes when you spoke, but there was only one reason why he stayed. He hoped that one day you'd remember him.

"Because I- I love you, y/n... and I have hope that someday you'll remember me, and when you do I'll be right here for you." He said, standing up and making his way over to you to stand in front of you.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "but what if I don't remember, what will you do?"

He shook his head, "I won't leave you."

"But why stay if you know I don't love you?" You asked, immediately regretting the words that tumble out of your mouth.

He stepped back, the words repeating in his brain, "I," he stumbled, not knowing what to say, "god, y/n, I know you don't remember me and you probably never will but you're the one thing that gets me through everyday, the only pure thing left in my life and without you... I just... I can't leave you."

For the past few weeks he'd been debating something over and over in his mind, and now he was finally going to do it as his last resort.

He stepped closer to you and gently cupped your face with his hands, "what are you-" you mumbled before his lips pressed against yours. The soft touch of his lips sent shivers through your body and suddenly something clicked in your mind. You kissed him back slowly, your hands travelled up his back and eventually you ran them through that messy hair that used to tickle your face in your sleep.

You pulled away first and looked into those honey brown eyes you loved so much, "Dylan, I-" you started to say but he broke into a smile.

"You remember." He grinned.

You nodded quickly, "I remember."

His eyes regained the light they had lost and they seemed to gleam with tears as they stared into yours, "I've missed you so much."

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I know this probably wouldn't happen in real life but anything can happen in fiction ;)
I really hope you all enjoyed this imagine :)