He walked towards me with a grin. Because of my dark blue hair, it's not really easy to hide away from the guy who stopped me from killing myself. And with his white hair and tan skin, it's not hard to spot him from this crowd either.
I tried to walk past him and ignore him, but clearly, this guy is too dense to realize my intention.
"What do you want?" I looked at him with annoyance visible on my face.
"Are you going to kill yourself today?" He asked while grinning.
As I thought, this guy is dense. . . and stupid. I caught some curious eyes looking at us, I glared at them. Gladly, it worked.
"What about it? Here to stop me again?" He nodded as he flashed a smile.
I stared at him for a long time before remembering what he said yesterday. "What do you mean by what you said yesterday?"
His fake smile turned into a sad one before forcing a fake smile once again. "What? I said something like that? I don't even remember anything I've said yesterday."
"Don't brush me off." I crossed my arms. "Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Dylan Kane." He offered his hand. "And you're Oasis, right? Nice name, by the way."
I stared at the hand he's offering. Noticing that I don't have any will to shake it or accept it, he waved it before lowering it down. "I asked your name from Alex."
"I don't care. Just stay out of my life." I said in a harsh tone. I was about to leave when he gripped my hand and forced me to look at him.
"I'm bound to stay in your life, Oasis." I didn't know his cold eyes can turn into something so warm.
"Well, what kind of sulky fate is that?" He smiled before walking away. "Hey, Kane." He looked back at me with such curiosity. "You said I chose to forget you."
What? Why? Why am I asking him about it? I've never hit my head or experience amnesia. And even if I did, it's not like I chose to hit my head or something. Coming from a stranger, I don't think it's that important. But why? Why do I feel like I really did forget him?
"People can't CHOOSE to forget."
"But you did." He said in a whisper. The sadness in his eyes made me feel like something inside me is crumbling to pieces. He looked at the floor before turning away from me and disappearing from the exit.
"What? So he remembered."
How sad can he be that even if I'm not staring at his eyes, I feel my heart aching.