_ Why? _I paused in the doorway of the store I had been in before it all happened. _Why did I trust her? I should have just kept it the way it was. It wouldn’t have ended like this if she hated me like before. If only —_

__

Then I cried. I haven’t cried in years, I thought I’d forgotten how to. But I found myself leaning against the wall with tears rolling down my face.

“Hello?” I barely heared the whisper through my thoughts.

“Are you okay?” it was a girls voice coming from behind a shelf, she poked her head out but I couldn’t see her face through the dust and tears. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and walked forward.

And there she was.

I gasped, “Why are you here?” I relised I was speaking,

“I…I got lost.”

“Don’t give me that bull. You knew I would be here. If I lived.” I snapped

“Um…do I know you?” she looked scared, but I reconized that expression. I _forgot_ how to trust her.

“Do you? Well I hope so! I could be asking you the same question! I thought I could trust you but I guess I couldn’t! You knew it would end like this the second you spoke to me, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that almost everyone that I loved would perish! Everone I loved died. Exept for one person. You. So yeah, you know me. I’m the girl that loved you to the ends of the Earth, the girl that you said _you_ loved even more. But it was always a lie. You never loved me. You _couldn’t_ love me. You can’t love anyone because you—_You_ are the most heartless and merciless person I have _ever _met.”

“Who are you?!” I saw her eyes start to flood with the tears I had cried only a few minutes ago, “I don’t know you! I don’t know anyone!” She collapsed and wept.

“Wait—you really don’t remember me?” My eyes widened with fear and regret

“I don’t remember anything! I just woke up an hour ago!” I kneeled down in front of her,

“I’m sorry for shouting at you…I didn’t mean to do this. I was just angry.” Not technically a lie. I meant everything I had said at the time, but she doesn’t remember anything. I think she would fix it if she could.

“My name’s Wallace, lets get you something to eat.”

I led her to the second floor of the store and into the house I had once lived in. Most of the place was destroyed now, but I found the birthday cake my grandpa and I were going to eat the day this all happened.

I gave her a slice of the cake and she took a bite. I sat down and she started to speak once more,

“Do—do you know my name?”

“Nat. Your name is Natalie.”