I got it; the cold bitterness that had once embraced me was gone. I did love him again, that was something... but I still couldn’t remember why. Or what I was. It was just love, with nothing to support it. I did know however that someone did this to me and I wasn’t sure if it was because I had done something wrong or if it was because of who I was.
Who was I?
He smiled shakily at me and I sighed. “You’ve been crying.” I whisper, “My Knight has been crying. Don’t cry.” I smile warmly back at him, moving my hands so they were on his cheeks, my thumbs gently wiping just beneath his eyes, his deep, dark eyes.
"Yeah, sorry," he muttered, embarrassed. I remember that trait now, stone cold Luca. Never showing emotion and when he did it was the most embarrassing thing in the world.
"No need for that either." My smile didn't falter. "I'll get better, I promise." I nodded my head, confirming my statement. "But till then, Knight, you have to be strong for the both of us. Okay?"
"I know that's why I'm apologising."
"I thought it was because you were embarrassed." I whispered, my smile turning a little mischievous as I spoke.
"That too, but I know I'm s'posed to be strong and I was just sat back there crying," he half smiles.
"I was crying too. So we're even." Although I know that wasn’t the same thing, men were meant to bottle up their emotions if you go by the stereotype.
"Yeah..." He trailed off, not really knowing what to say.
"Come on, let's get back. Memories to obtain and all that," I looked up to him with one of the cheesiest grins and wondered where I got this morale from. He nodded and hesitantly leant forward, looking for a kiss no doubt. I smiled, watching him for a moment before leaning forward too. I placed my lips on his and kissed him back, deeply, warmly and my newest trait, lovingly.
He smiled; taking my hand he led me back to the car. I followed like a lost sheep, I liked it that way. I sat back in the front seat and Luca got Alice back from Rayn, sitting with her in the back seat, a smile on his face and his arms around her waist. As Rayn set off I got curious and turned to him. “Excuse me. I don’t mean to be rude, but, who are you?”
“Name's Rayn," he smiled, "I'm Cancer's friend, and guitarist in the band." And from what Luca’s told me rather childish, yet I am still to see it.
"And, what are you to me?" I asked. I had tried to be as nice as possible but... I found no other way of asking.
"I dunno. I look after Alice a lot. You talk to Cancer and Damien more than me or Phil, though." Then I guess I have you to thank for that stranger, although... I dunno why I talk to Luca and... Damien more than him and... Phil.
"Oh... did I know you before the band?"
"Vaguely, I only met you a couple of times, I think." Oh, so, I should know him better than Damien. So, why do I talk to him more and who is this Damien fellow? Why do I leave Alice with Rayn and not talk to him that much? Well. The new Gemme is going to remedy that. Wait, I don’t my last name, or how old I am. I don’t know anything. Huh, guess I got so caught up in learning new things I forgot about the basics.
"Can you remember any of them? I'm sorry for being such a pain."
"Not really, my memory's crap anyways. I dunno who I am when I wake up with a hangover either, it's okay."
"No offence. But you're very helpful." I laughed slightly. I'm talking to someone who can barely remember who he is. Great.
"This is probably the most down to earth I've ever seen Rayn," Luca says with a smile, "and I’ve known him since we were little kids."
“Oh, well. It’s nice to meet you... again.”
"Nice to meet you too," he grinned and stuck out his hand to shake. I shook it cautiously, he was driving after all. He smiled and put his hand back on the steering wheel. Now, I turned my attention to Luca.
“Luca, how old am I?”
“What’s my last name?”
“What’s my middle name, do I even have one?”
"Don't think so. You never told me if you did," he shrugged slightly. "Guess we could look it up on the school record."
“What do I do for a living?”
"You paint a lot. You make a fair bit of money out of that. Last time I was at the house, I think you'd turned it into an inn kinda thing or something like that."
"Am I rich or poor?"
"Rich. Very rich."
"What happened to my parents?"
He paused, damn. "Maybe later."
"Fine, I was hoping to catch you out."
"I'm not that thick."
"Okay... what were my parents like?"
"Never met your mom, but your dad was a bastard. He used to take drugs and hit you."
"Oh..." I paused. Umm, that was rather nice to know. I want to know more, but I realise this is not the time, or the place. "How old are you?" I just wanted to change the subject.
"Eighteen. Nineteen on the first of July."
“What date is it?”
“Good question, Rayn?”
“26th of June.”
"Oh, do you know my birthday?"
"27th of May. I missed it while I was away, sorry."
"Then... you owe me?"
"S'pose I do, yeah."
"Good to know, interrogation over." I smiled, turning to stick my tongue out at him before returning to my original position. He laughed slightly and I smiled, now at least I know a little more about myself. Can't say I like all of it though.