[Sequel to "Don't forget"] Although Eric Ashby is known for forgetting a lot of things, he’s kept the memory of his first love alive. When destiny guides him back to the city that saw him grow as a person, he is forced to deal with the ghosts of his past along with a few more trials that will keep testing the bond he once had with Noah Hansen. This time, however, every decision he makes can either create moments worth remembering or destroy the few reminiscences that would make his heart feel whole. Will he be capable of giving his life to save a heart he continues breaking with time?

The rain is pouring hard, each drop makes their bodies cold yet their souls remain warm when looking in each other's eyes. Some mild lights and the moon are the only things that light the scene. But it's enough for Mark to see some perfect features of his angel's face. Angel… He wasn't mistaken when choosing the nickname and that's exactly what makes his heart beat faster with anxiety. His knees tremble because he wants to run away, but those angelic blue eyes just pull him closer until he's trapped between two skinny yet firm arms. It's until now that he determines how much it worths to risk it all for the man in front of him. The pain and loneliness, it all pays off with a second next to him. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ When does love begin? Is it when you discover that you desire the other’s body more than anything else? Or is it when seeing their smile is more valuable than a simple touch? Corey Wallcox is desperate to find love, which leads him to look for it in the darkest of places. That’s when he meets Mark Terell and his life changes forever. Unfortunately for them, past fears and experiences will continuously pull them apart. Will they be able to find out the definition of love? Or will they discover that its just a feeling of need every desperate soul searches through countless days without having any success?

« I could help you with math. Meet me at the library after gym next Monday. » I read the note again. The handwriting is one I’ve never seen before and there’s no information about the sender. Thus, I decide to crumble the paper and save it in one of my pockets just to get rid of it later. There’s no way I’m secretly meeting a stranger just for a couple extra decimals. That would only fill my brain with unnecessary information I will never erase due to the condition I have; hyperthymesia. But what if that decision alone could help me deal with the memories that my hurtful past has left me with? What if I’m just depriving myself from finding peace? I mean: if there was a small possibility of finding happiness amid tragedy, would you take a chance?

The yelling of the crowd could be heard weakly through my headphones. The screen in front of me displayed the enemy team as the absolute winners before changing to the scoreboard. I looked down at my left hand, stretching my fingers to make sure they were still working properly. That scene of me losing the tournament haunts me until today. Not only because I felt like I had the victory, but also because what caused the loss seems to be present in every competitive game. I don't know what it is, but there is a delay between the movements of the characters I play and my own. This has made me play roles that are completely new for me. After trying everything that is in my hands, I am starting to believe that I am not good enough to play professionally anymore. Fortunately, I have my teammates support, who will give me a last chance to prove that I have the required skills to win a national tournament. Will I find out if the cause of our losses was something out of my hands? Or will I turn out to be the failure everyone expects me to be?