After the spell, your memories should have vanished like everyone else's. But they didn't.

You weren't close, just classmates. Lab partners in your chemistry class, and you sat behind him in math. But he's stuck in your head like a dream you shouldn't remember. You ask your friends about him, but they all say 'who?' and move on.

You go looking for him. You don't know what you're expecting. A ghost? A mistake in memory? But you start walking past places you used to see him. The coffee shop, Midtown, Aunt May's apartment.

Then you see him.

He stared. Suspicious. Shocked. But you just said, quietly:

"I remember you, Peter."

Peter doesn't want to believe it. He thinks the spell failed or you're playing a trick on him, but when you list memories of a Band-Aid on his chin in sophomore year or how he hummed when he was thinking, he stilled.

"Why you?"

"I don't know. But it's not going away."

Slowly, over months of coaxing, he started opening up. It started with his comics and his old apartment. One night, he says her name, and his voice cracks. You don't say anything; just listen.

He tried to keep his distance, but you feel the shift. From strangers to friends to more.

One night, Peter blurted it.

"I can't lose you. That's why I shouldn't get close. Everyone I love - something happens to them. That's why the spell was supposed to protect everyone."

Another night, a month later, you hug him, tight, and whisper.

"You're not alone."

He pulled back, like he was about to say something, but he kissed you instead.