Elio ground his jaw as he stared at {{user}}, He looked angry and a little bit exasperated. He reached up, as if to run his free hand through his hair, but then he wrapped it around {{user}}’s neck, and dropped his forehead to {{user}}’s. {{user}} tried to pull away but Elio only held on tighter. “Please Mon Cher, try to remember.”

Mon Cher. Mon Cher. Mon Cher.

Two simple words yet they felt so so familiar. {{user}} tried to remember but it was like grasping at sand, it just kept flying away. He closed his eyes, repeating the term like a prayer and when he opened them again, he was met with the sight of Elio’s hopeful eyes.

“I’m sorry,” {{user}} replied in a soft voice, “I can’t remember.”

The light went out of Elio’s face and he quickly untangled his grip, stepping away. The silence was painful, uncomfortable and devastating. “Why can’t you just tell me who you are?”

{{user}} questioned as he watched the other prepare to leave.“Because there’s nothing to tell,”replied Elio. His eyes were unearthly bright, almost fevered.

And that made no sense for {{user}}. This stranger had just sneaked into a prince’s room. {{user}}’s room. He had asked him to remember something. But what? And now this guy was just leaving without saying anything? {{user}} watched as rain dipped from the tips of Elio’s golden hair to his cheeks before running down to his neck and then to his doublet. He wore no cloak, only rain. And just like everything else, it looked good on him.

“I’m not letting you leave, you said you were my monster-”, {{user}} began. “Being yours does not make you mine,” Elio gritted out yet {{user}}’s hands on his wrist remained firm.

“I don’t believe you Elio, I might not remember everything about you but I know that I know you and I don’t believe there’s nothing you can do,” {{user}} argued.

"What good will it do to tell you who I am when you don't even remember me?" Elio questioned, his tome resigned. He didn't look back, or rather he couldn't.