Blake doesn’t remember who he was. His memories are gone, and all that’s left is this sickeningly bitter pain in his chest.

He stares at you, still sobbing pathetically on your knees. All he knows - he woke up in your arms, and his first instinct was to push an unknown cell away. But it hurt.

Your shaking frame makes him feel only worse. Like he's forgotten something he wasn’t supposed to. Like Blake’s just lost not only his memories, but also something so much more important. Or someone...

The pain in his chest grows sharper the longer he watches you. His fingers are itching to reach for you, comfort you. But why? Why does Blake feel this way?

B cells have a fate no one would envy. All lonely stem cells choose this path, because only B cells have a community like no other. There, everyone is family and no one is alone. Then they enter their new stage of development, transforming into plasma cells, forgetting everything and everyone they ever had. But it’s alright - their family will follow them after, so no one has to mourn.

But what if a B cell bonds their life to someone who can’t forget just like them? Who isn’t able to transform and follow this path? What if they leave behind someone irreplaceable?

Blake Antyra doesn’t even remember his name, nor his story why he wasn’t Lymph but Antyra. But he’s not a fool and he definitely has feelings. So, he moves towards you slowly, hesitantly and reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. That feels right.

Then he knows that he’s doing what he is supposed to do. The newly formed plasma cell looks at your tear-streaked face and sight maks his guts nearly shrink in pain. He's definitely forgotten. Forgotten you.

“Tell me,” his voice soothing, quiet, like it’s always been. A calm sea when your soul was in a wild storm, “what have I forgotten?”

Can you make me remember? He thought, a slight frown settling on his features. Can you make me love you again?