Love Always Makes Its Way Back

I slowly make my way to the kitchen groggily, thinking of making myself a bowl of cereal to eat before the school bus comes.

Mum makes her way out of her room as I pour milk into the bowl already filled with cereal. She's already dressed and ready to go to work. "Morning, Nicole! Have fun at school today," She says while grabbing the car keys from the kitchen counter. "Bye, mum." I mumble back over mouthfuls of cereal.

As she makes her way out the door, I wonder to myself if there is anything about her I may have forgotten, and will make its way back to me eventually. When the memories first started coming back, I considered the possibility that I suffered from memory loss and everything was coming back all at once, but a quick glance at my surroundings made it clear to me that the world I'm living in now is completely different than the world from my memories. I wonder if anyone else will start remember these things too, or if they already have.

I finish off my cereal and leave the bowl in the sink, then glance at the clock. 7.20. Ten more minutes until the bus comes. I go into the bathroom to get ready and change into my uniform. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and get out just as the bus arrives.

In the bus, I take my MP4 player out and start listening to music. 'It's 2020, for God's sake, and we're still using MP4 players' I think to myself. But I can't voice this thought out as no one even knows how accustomed we should be to our pocket-sized smart phones that are literally more powerful than the computers they used for the first moon landing. This was one of the first things I remembered.

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I walk through the hallways of school, making my way to my locker. My first period is Math, of all subjects. As if I'm not already exhausted enough.

I take my textbook and notebook out of my locker and drop them almost as soon as I picked them up. A sense of shock so overwhelming waves through me so intensely that I have to hold on to the locker, gasping for air as this new memory starts making its torturous way back into my head. Anton.

I regain my posture and turn around and lo and behold, he's right behind me. He looks flustered, his face flushed, as if he ran all the way to my locker like his life depended on it. "Please tell me you remember." He says through heavy breathing.