I remember you
Tyler is wanted by a few people who hate him. They kill him, but every time he dies he resurrects. But his friends forget him a little more each time he dies. Except for one that does remember.
WARNING: student/teacher. death. Like, everywhere. If you didn't get that from the summary, that's impressive. Also a lot of flashbacks *dramatically screaming and crying* OH NO NOT THE FLASHBACKS
He ran panting through the hallway, pressing his back against the fence. His brown eyes switched from left to right. He let out a sigh of relief when he didn't see anyone. "Looking for something?" a low voice said. He felt cold metal press against his temple. He closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer. Then everything went black.
When he woke up his eyes started to hurt immediately. The sun was shining straight into his eyes, blinding him slightly. He sighed and sat straight up against the fence. Wet moss clasped on his sweater but he couldn't care less. Wet, thick fluid slid down from his temple to his cheek. His hand was covered in the same blood red fluid. There was also a small pool of blood on the floor, seemingly where his head laid down. "What...happened?" His memories flooded back.
Shouldn't I be dead?
He walked over the streets after he washed off the blood of his head. His hands were shoved deep inside his pockets. "Tyler?" he heard a low voice say. He looked sideways and saw a redhead walking his way. "Mark? Hi!" Mark playfully hit his shoulder. "Hey man! Long-time no see!" Tyler raised an eyebrow.
"But...I saw you yesterday?"
Tyler woke up with a groan. His feet were wet, his boots soaked. He laid alongside the river, the water coloured red of blood.
On his way back he was very wary of a certain man and his friends. He didn't want to go through the pain again. He already miraculously survived death once – he didn't want to go through it another time. He felt a hand on his shoulder and stiffened. Slowly he turned around, facing a smaller man with blue hair and blue shining blue eyes. He visibly relaxed, melting into the touch. His eyes lit up brighter and he stood up straighter, making him tower ever more over the smaller man. "Hey Tyler," the smaller man said. His voice was melodic and beautiful in Tyler's ears. "Hey Ethan," he greeted back.
Together they walked towards his house. "Are you sure you're alright? You're so silent," Ethan noticed. Tyler absentminded ran his hand over his temple through his brown curls. "I'm fine, don't worry about it," he reassured his friend. He didn't miss the sceptical look he got from the blue eyes. "Tyler, I know when you're lying. And you're doing it now." His small hand grabbed Tyler's bigger one and dragged him inside. They were best friends and roommates so that's why Ethan had the key to his house. He pressed Tyler down on the couch and stood so close to him he almost sat on his lap. Though Tyler wouldn't mind that.
He placed his hands on his hips. "Tyler...we've been over this. You can tell me anything. You're sad, worried, desperate and lying and that is not a good combination." As always Tyler was impressed by his psychological knowledge and how easily he could read them. But then again, he was Tyler's psychology teacher even though he was three year younger. Ethan graduated school a few years earlier than most of the people. He was very intelligent and had the ability to understand people whenever they told him something. He could judge from every perspective and laid connections very quickly.
"Tyler? Are you listening?" Tyler realized he had been staring at Ethan's blue eyes the whole time and not listened to one word he said. "Look, Ty, I'm sorry. I should've known you didn't want to talk about it when you didn't say it at first. I'm sorry I forced it upon you." He sighed, grabbed a book and made an attempt to leave.
Tyler saw he hurt the boy. When they moved in together they made a promise to tell each other everything.
-two years ago-
Tyler hugged the boy tightly. "Shhh," he shushed. He tried to push away the proud and happy feelings as he felt two arms pull him closer. He put Ethan on his lap. "It's going to be alright. I'll always be here for you." Ethan let out a few sobs and pulled away. Tyler couldn't help but think the boy looked still pretty when crying. A lot of people were ugly criers, but Ethan still looked pretty. His cheeks flushed and his eyes barely changed. However this feeling was changed quickly into sadness.
"M-my parents...kicked me out..." Tyler brought the boy to his chest once again. "Why? You're basically perfect?" A sad chuckle escaped the boy's throat. "I-I told my parents I didn't want to inherit their company. T-that I want to study psychology. A-and they wanted to change my mind but I-I told t-them I was sure. T-they told me I-I'm a shame to my family and t-that they n-never want to see me again..." Ethan father was the owner of a well going company. His wife, Mrs Nestor, and Ethan's mother was his secretary. They had raised Ethan to be a good new boss but little did they know Ethan didn't want that.
Ethan smiled widely and Tyler felt relieved. "I'm so glad you're here Ty. That I can talk to you." Tyler smiled. "I'm glad I can be here for you. That I can listen to you." He resisted the urge to kiss his younger friend and grabbed his hand. "Let's tell each other everything and never lie. Promise?" "Promise."
Tyler felt bad about not telling his love and best friend – after all, he was the one that made the promise – but he felt like this was something he couldn't bother the boy with. He thought back at that morning.
He was walking over the streets, thinking about what happened a few days ago. It was like people forgot him, even the ones he talked to yesterday. His eyes fell on a redhead and a blonde holding hands. "Hey guys!" He waved. He noticed how Mark clutched her hand tighter and made himself taller. "Who are you?" he said, his voice lower than usual. Amy had a faint sparkle of recognition in her eyes. Tyler froze but he smiled. "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else." He kept up his fake smile all the way home.
"I don't feel comfortable telling it right now, I'm sorry." Ethan nodded sadly and left the room.
That was the first time the promise was broken.
"And that concludes our presentation today." Ethan turned around and faced the class. "Any questions?" A few hands raised. Why do you remember me? Why nobody else? Why does everyone forget me?
Ethan was Tyler's psychology teacher even though he was three years younger. Did he mind his nineteen year old friend was his teacher? No, the more time he could spend admiring Ethan's ass in those nice skinny jeans of him. He did get good grades though – Ethan sometimes tutored him at home. Which didn't help because it was very distracting. The way his arm sometime just slightly brushed over Tyler's, the way he took his pen between his pink lips, or how he nearly sat close enough to sit on his lap. Ethan was driving him insane.
"Good weekend everyone," Ethan greeted and packed his bag. Tyler woke up from his thoughts and realized he had again spend the whole lesson staring at Ethan and in his own mind. "Tyler, can you stay for a little?" he called out. Tyler nodded, answering with "yes professor". Their friendship was always hidden – even though Ethan was younger, they were still teacher and student.
"Tyler," Ethan said, his voice kind of hoarse from too much talking. "Are you feeling unwell? You're spacing out the whole time. Something is wrong. And...it has to do with me? Did I do something wrong? Am I bad at explaining? Is that why you need so much tutoring?" Tyler quickly cut him off by pressing his hand against his lips. "No, it has nothing to do with you."
That was the second time the promise was broken.
Tyler sat behind the computer. He was looking up on google "coming to life after dying but nobody remembers". He found nothing. Suddenly two arms were wrapped around his chest. "What's that?" Ethan asked. "It's nothing. Just from a novel I read." He felt Ethan's hands on his heart. "Your hear is beating super-fast. Are you lying?" Yeah it's beating fast. No shit. You would too when the person you've loved for three years if feeling your chest. He smiled and placed his hands over Ethan's heart. "Your heart is beating fast too." "Of course, I ran down the stairs."
That was the third time the promise was broken.
Your heart would be beating too when the person you've loved for three years is feeling your chest, Ethan thought.
-Monday after all this shit-
Ethan packed up his stuff and left the classroom. Everyone was used to him making a small talk, making them quite surprised. "Good day," he shouted over his shoulder. "Hey new guy, you seem close with him. What's up with him?" the person next to Tyler said. Tyler shrugged. "I don't know."
"Ethan, you're going to tell me what's wrong." Tyler opened the door to Ethan's room. The boy smiled and looked up from his computer. "Nothing, I was just in a hurry," he said absentminded, his hand sending the application mail.
That was the fourth time the promise was broken.
"Class, I have to tell you something. I'm leaving. To another school." He bit his lip. Tyler sat up straight in surprise, his eyes wide. "I know this is suddenly, but it had to be done. I'm leaving to study for a second time. I might come back since I really like it here, but you will probably be graduated by then. The goodbye ceremony is at the end of the week – suddenly, I know – and I would appreciate it if you came, since I..." His voice cracked. "I really like you guys. Thanks for listening." He picked up his bag and left the classroom.
As soon as Ethan came home, Tyler grabbed his wrist and pinned him against the door. "Ethan, what the fuck? Why? Why didn't you say anything? You nearly cried in the class! " Ethan sighed and Tyler was so close he could feel the hot air on his own mouth. "I'm not a good teacher. I'm too young, too stupid, too inexperienced. I need to learn more to teach." The taller man felt him heart break. He was the one that gave him the impression he was a bad teacher. He let go of Ethan, backing off when he saw red marks on his wrists. "Sorry," he whispered, before pulling the boy into a hug and sobbing quietly.
"Thank you all so much for these amazing two year that I could teach here." Ethan smiled brightly and looked at the class. "I've made a few friendships that I hope I can keep, and I've met people I'll never forget. 18, to be exact." The classes he taught had 18 people together. "And I'll never forget any of you." A girl with dark hair and glasses stood up. "Professor, some of us want to say something." The look on Ethan's face was both honoured and surprised.
"Thank you for an amazing year, professor. I've never heard someone talk about this subject with such passion. You inspired me to become a teacher too. Thank you." The girl, Kathryn, got pulled into a hug. You could see tears welling up Ethan's blue eyes.
"Thank you for the past two years, man. You're younger than me, yet you talk like you've lived forever. You're also so good at personal matters – thanks to you I came out to my parents." A blonde boy with blue eyes and glasses stood up. He smiled, one corner higher than the other. "They didn't exactly like it. But when you talked with me, I became better again." He also got a hug. "Just be yourself," Ethan said.
Then it was Tyler's turn.
He didn't say anything. He just climbed up the podium like the others and when he received the microphone from the boy he just laid it down. "Fuck you," he said. Then he pulled him into a kiss. "Don't ever lie to me again." Ethan smiled. "Never." They connected their lips again. "I fucking knew it," a girl in the public said a little too loudly. "Are you guys in a relationship?" They looked at each other. "I wish we were," Tyler brought out after a little while. "Ethan, will you be my boyfriend?" Tears were now falling down Ethan's cheeks. "Fuck yes." The public started clapping and Tyler wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Have you liked each other for a while?" somebody asked. "Yeah," they answered.
That was the last time they broke their promise.
Because they didn't like each other.
They loved each other.
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