Jas had had an interesting life to say the least. This was a first life for many things, otherbthan losing Connor. For one, his family from the previous life was the same save for a few, minor details. Those married into to the kitsune family, Jas' dad, Conan, and Damion, all had the chance to remain immortal with their partners. Jas' had seen most of his family save for Damion, though with how happy Suni seemed to be whenever he visited, he assumed Damion was still around. Another new for this life was that he lived alone. More or less. Jas' dad stayed in the apartment above him just in case of any emergencies a 17 year old wouldn't be able to handle yet. Jas' groggily made his way to the door and opened it up to see Connor standing there, looking disheveled. Jas' didn't think twice (or much at all) when he hearded Connor inside his apartment and shut the door. His apartment was exactly the same, or at close to being like the one he had shown Connor a life ago in his dream. Cozy and warm with a small, albeit, fake fireplace. Perfect to curl up beside. He gently nudged aside the two cats that clamored up onto he couch and motioned for Connor to sit while he started some hot chocolate on the stove. Jas' didn't say anything for a while, still battling his emotions over Connor, evident by his red eyes and streaks of tears he hadnt managed to clean away. But he looked to be in better shape than on the rooftop. He leaned against the threshold to his kitchen and crossed his arms over his chest, watching his cats toy with Connor's laces. He silently walked over to a shelf that housed pictures of his family and friends. Some had even been if Connor and him but he had made a point to put those away the moment he got home. He gently took off the necklace of wedding bands and set it next to the picture of Winston and himself, as he had always done for lives now. The only difference now was next the picture sat an ornate wedding box, given to him by his kitsune mother. He'd have to return that soon, seeing that there was no point to it now. "Love, why are you here?" He asked, finally turning to face Connor, too tired to correct himself on the use of his many nicknames for Connor
Connor started to stroke Jas's cats to soothe his uneasy feeling. He picked it up and put it on his lap. He whipped his head to Jas when he called his name. "Um, I couldn't do my calc homework, which has never happened before. That's not what I came to tell you. I came here because ever since I saw you've felt familiar. My body remembers you, but I don't, and it sucks. I'm not sure what to trust anymore. Honestly, I want to punch your face for making me irrationally come out here for you. It's not like you live close. I didn't want to come here to yell at you. I want to know what happened. I know you already told me, but I don't understand and can't trust you. It feels like I can. My mind and body are at war with each other, but I don't know what to believe. So, is there any way I can get them back? Then I can know, but right now, I want to punch you and kiss you simultaneously. God, I hate this. I was staring at my homework for hours before coming over here. Now I feel like I'm rambling." Connor sighed and stood up, placing the cat on the floor. "So…" Connor walked up to Jas, standing less than 3 feet away from him. "What do I do? I can't know that you're not messing with me unless they find some way to get my memories back. Honestly, I still don't believe you're telling the truth. I would I forget one life where I loved you?" Connor sighed. "I never said I liked your cat ears, by the way." He reached up and flicked his right ear.
"I didn't make you come here at three in the morning. I honestly didn't expect you to come at all." Jas noted, helping his other cat up onto his shoulders before tending to the hot chocolate on the stove. He took a measured breath, ignoring the sting that came with Connor telling jas he wanted to punch him, or didn't trust him or denied ever loving him. It made the one life they did spend together like a complete lie. Some fantasy he has graciously allowed to live in before he was fixed backnto this reality. Maybe that's all it had been. For a blissfully moment, just a fantasy. "I've never heard of someone like us losing their memory. I've heard of people who know about memory throughout the years but it may be near impossible finding a doctor to bring yours back." He turned around and leaned against the counter. "I know you don't remember but I've told you before, dearest. I would never lie to you about my love for you. If you can't believe me, fine, whatever helps you sleep at night but I am not lying." He breathed a small laugh, ears flicking up in slight amusement. "No, you never said so but you definitely asked to see and touch them on more than a handful of occasions. I sort of figured you had an obsession with them." He found some mugs in the cabinet and poured the rich, hot chocolate into each one, handing one of to Connor before brushing past him back to the couch. Jas' two cats jumped up beside him and rubbed up against his side, earning them an affectionate pur from him.
Connor took the cup of hot chocolate, wrapping his hands around it to steal some of its warmth. "So you mean to tell me that this has never happened to anyone before? Not only that but impossible to find a doctor. You're making this whole I'm in love with you thing a bit hard to believe." Connor took a sip leaving a line of hot chocolate above his lips. He propped himself on the counter and turned his body towards Jas. He rolled his eyes, trying his best to look away from his ears. "Listen, I would never be obsessed with cat ears. Despite how cute and fluffy they can make something look…" He groaned. "Okay, enough about your st-little cat ears, god. Anyway, maybe I was never meant to find out. Maybe you were dreaming or something. I don't know." Connor looked at the picture frame that showed Jas and Winston. "So, how come you have a photo of you and Winston?" He never knew Winston in any life, but when he saw him in the picture, he recognized him somehow.
"I said near impossible. There's still a chance. I'll take any chance over nothing." Jas muttered, nudging his cat when she touched her muzzle to his cheek. Jas sighed and rested his head back against the couch, "I don't need a reminder that you don't love me, dear." Jas snapped, taking a long sip of the hot chocolate and trying to calm himself. He wanted to sleep, even more he wanted to go back to crying. "Maybe." He said, a bit more calmly. "Though it sucks for you because that dream was beautiful." Jas followed Connor's gaze to the photo of his husband and smiled softly, as he did whenever his Winston came up in conversation, though now he felt a twinge of jealousy. How was it Connor could remember Jas mentioning Winston only a handful of times, and not remember the countless hours they had spent together. "He's my husband, why wouldn't I have a picture of the only other man I ever loved? He was my everything for a life." He smiled fondly and nudged a white cat. "I even named this little one after him. Both kind gentle souls."
Connor was going to lecture him on how he shouldn't have fallen in love with someone, knowing they would die while he could live on in another life, but he figured now wasn't the time. "Idiot…" He sighed and drank his hot chocolate. "Hey, wait, you never mentioned him to me. Like ever." He thought for a moment. "Okay, so, you said getting a doctor was near impossible, then let's start looking. There has to be something. If I can remember Winston, that means you told me about him in this life where I love you. So, there had to be something to go off of. Even if it's an under-the-table doctor, there has to be something to go off of, you know? Have you heard of anything?" Connor wasn't desperate yet, but being in this apartment felt like home. More than his parent's house did. Connor tied his hair up to look a little more presentable. However, his hair was too short of putting together, so it looked like a tiny ponytail with strands coming down in front of his face.
Has narrowed his eyes at Connor, the more they talked the more Jas wanted to skip into his old habits of teasing and snarky commentary. But he held back. "marrying him was about the smartest thing I did. Besides, it's not like I had many other choices since you hated…hate.. me." He scrubbed his face tiredly and scoffed "you never asked, other than now and the previous life." He countered, rubbing his cats head as they settled to sleep. Good idea Jas thought but he wouldn't sleep, not yet at least. "I heard something a while back. It's not an under-the-table situation but since those who actually need that type of doctor are scarce, not many doctors exist to help. I'll try and find out more soon, maybe suni or mom know someone. Jas glanced at Connor through tired and sad eyes, itching to brush aside the stray strands of hair. Instead, Jas stood and carried his empty mug of chocolate to the sink. "Go home dear. If I find anything out illet you know." He promised, sounding tired and very much defeated after the night he's had.
Connor watched him, concerned. He couldn't bare seeing the look on his face. It looked like everything Jas worked hard for had disappeared. His chest hurt, and he held his cup too tight to the point where he cracked it. Connor shook his head and set the mug down on the counter. He swore to himself he would get to the bottom of this. With Jas looking the way he does, it was hard to believe he was telling the truth. "Okay…I'll leave you to that then." He took a napkin and the nearest pen, writing down his phone number on the napkin. "Call me when you found something or if my attention is needed." Connor didn't get off the counter just yet. He wanted to give Jas something so he would know he was genuinely trying to figure this out. "Jas, come here for a second. Like, stand in front of me. Just trust me, okay?" Connor pushed up his glasses and took a deep breath.
Jas idly nodded, distracted by his cats and his thoughts. Did Connor want this in the first place? Jas had mentioned letting Connor go to live his own life separate from him in their previous life but he hadn't thought it'd come so soon. Nor did jas think it'd ever happen, as selfish as that was. "Yeah, sure." Jas muttered, closing his eyes as he considered, for once in his lives, letting Connor go. It hurt him, it hurt him so much to admit that was a possibility but maybe it'd be good. He wouldn't stop looking for a way to bring Connor's memories back but maybe it'd be good for him to love another. He had done it with Winston. But Winston had been truely special. He doubted he'd find another that could match that kind of love. He cracked his eyes open and arched an eyebrow. "Darling, You're not so short that you can't get yourself down from the counter." He said as he slowly stood and walked to the kitchen, knowing he would never be able to resist Connor, even with his heart broken. He came to stand in front of Connor, just a few inches away. He looked at Connor, analyzing him for what seemed like the first time. The color of his bright eyes, the dark circles underneath that seemed to enhance the color, the turn of his brow, the dip of his lips, lips he had kissed countless times. He quickly moved on to his hair, a different color now though jas could admit it still suited Connor. "With my life." Jas murmured almost automatically. He did mean it too, jas would put his countless lives in Connor's hands without hesitation.
Connor sighed. "I know I can get off the counter genius. I'm the one who put myself of here remember." He looked up to Jas only to catch him staring at his lips and then his hair. He felt a rush go to his cheeks, which made him angry. Stupid muscle memory. "I…I'm not sure how to say this is a way that you will believe me. You're insisting that this life happened. Out of all the things you are. You aren't a liar. You wouldn't lie about something that. So I'm taking a chance on you okay? However, I still don't trust this whole situation, but I'm taking a chance I really hope either of us doesn't fuck it up." Connor put his hand on Jas's head. Started to a pet in between Jas's cat ears. "I will see you at school." He brushed his fingers over his cat's hair. They were really as soft as they looked. He raised another hand and started to touch his other ears. His mouth was a gape as he touched them. He then realized he might've been going a bit too far. "Sorry, kinda just want to pet you. I thought it might give you some reassurance.
Jas huffed a small sigh and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, hopefully we don't." He glanced up and tried to smile he it was difficult with the everything that's happened that night. "Thank you. For at least entertaining the idea. I imagine it can't be easy hearing we were once we were in love, at least for you." He blinked when he felt Connor touch his head. He closed his eyes and tried his best not to melt on the spot. He shrugged slightly, a soft purr rising from his chest. "Yeah, maybe." He muttered, his purr jumping in volume when Connor moved from touching his head to petting his ears. "I told you you have a thing for my cat ears." Jas sang with a small laugh, gently nuzzling Connor's wrist, stopping short pressing a kiss to his skin. Old habits for hard, he supposed. "You're more than welcome to stay here if you'd like. Or I can accompany you home so you don't have to walk alone." He offered, taking a noticibpe step back. This wasn't his Connor. This wasn't someone he could kiss or pull into a hug anymore without a second thought. Now this was his Connor but from past lives. The one jas clearly loved but would pine from afar.
Connor rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure." He then looked behind Jas to see the night through the window. "I think I'll stay here for the night. I could barely see the street you were on. It's a wonder how I got here in the first place. I can sleep on the couch. It's your home so you should sleep in your own bed. Really, it's fine. I'm the one who barged in here in the first place." Connor hopped off the counter looking down at his wrist. Connor could still feel Jas's breath on his wrist. He could also feel the vibration of Jas's pur. He convinced himself not to think about him because they were supposed to be rivals, not friends. How could I fall in love with someone like him. Just what happened… He slid off his shoes and began to lay on the couch. Connor pulled the blanket from the edge of the couch. He picked up one of the wandering cats and picked up placing them on his stomach. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"yeah it is. Never took you as the reckless one between us, dearest." Jas commented, watching as Connor settled on the couch before he could protest. He sighed softly and found another blanket from his room for an added layer of watch. This was everything Jas had hoped for for years, just in a wrong way.he had found Connor but he did remember loving jas in the previous life. Connor had come to Jas' home made for them to live together in but Connor hated jas and would most likely hate the idea of living together with jas. So jas forced himself to settle for what he had, just he had done every other life. "Ash is a feisty one." Was all jas said, nodding to the cat in Connor's arms before he turned off all the lights in the living room, shifted into his large cat form and curled up beside the fake fireplace with his other cat and closed his eyes, trying to find sleep instead of acknowledging Connor's presence a few feet away.
Connor nodded silently and watched him disappear into his room. He looked at Ash and raised an eyebrow. "He said you're feisty, but I'm not sure that's the word I would use." He delicately touched the top of Ash's head. "Come here, little guy." He turned over onto his side and held Ash close to his chest. Connor, the whole night was sound asleep. Even though they had school tomorrow, he felt he could sleep there all day. Even when morning came and the sun shone directly in his face, he still didn't wake up. You could even catch him snoring from time to time if you listened closely enough. Connor was warm and quiet, and that's all he needed.
When jas woke, his first thought was why did his room smell like Connor? His immediate second thought was Connor was here. Finally he was home with his love. And for a moment, jas let himself revel in the thought that he finally could reconnect with his beloved and start their life together. But then the previous night came crashing back to him that made him never want to wake up. But they had classes and Jas needed tis tart doing research about a doctor that could help Connor. So with mjch reluctance, he stood from his warm spot of the ground, meowing an apology to Winnie and padded to the bathroom to change and get ready for the day. In an hour or so, Jas had made breakfast and packed his school bag for any classes he had that day. He set the plates on the small coffee table in front of the couch and moved to the side of the couch where Connor was still resting. He gently brushed aside his hair but resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him awake, knowing Connor would be mad. He sighed softly and gently nudged his shoulder instead. "Hey, wake up. We have class in an hour." He said softly, gently tugging back the covers and scooping ash up, giving the time cat a warning glare when he started to meow in protest. He set Ash down beside his food and water bowl before settling back on the floor and begining breakfast.
Connor slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He rubbed his eyes as the blankets slid off his shoulders. Everything looked like a blur, partially because he didn't have his glasses. He stood up slowly and looked around. He saw an extremely blurry figure. "Jas…have you seen my glasses?" Connor's eyesight was the worst it's been. Even in other lives, his glasses never had such a thick prescription. He was guaranteed to lose if someone took off his glasses and started fighting with him. "I don't understand why my eyesight is so bad. I mean, this has never happened in any other life." Connor squinted, feeling the table and the couch, and then sighed. He hated having this fight with himself every morning. Connor gave up and began walking to the kitchen. However, he somehow managed to trip over the table.
Jas glanced up at the sound of Connor's voice and quickly chewed through his bite of food before standing and finding Connor's glasses. He handed them over as well as the plate of food. "This is a life for many firsts." Just not the right ones. Jas sighed softly, watching as Winnie padded closer and pressed his muzzle to jas' cheek. Jas purred softly before offering the cat a piece of ham. At the sight of his brother getting ham, Ash trotted over and meowed at Jas. "Jealous thing." Jas cooed softly as he passed him a piece as well. He glanced up at Connor. "What classes do you have today?" He asked, checking his phone quickly for texts from his dad or emails from the school.
Connor put on his glasses, holding the plate in one hand. "Oh. Uhh. Thank you. For the glasses and the food, you didn't have to make me any food. I was probably going to pick something up like I always do. I'm not saying I won't eat it." He sat down across from Jas and started to eat. "Um, I have AP calc, Ap physics, Ap human geography, health, Ap Chinese, and Ap seminar for my first six. Then we have lunch, band, and lastly, financial lit. I feel like I'm taking too many Ap classes. I mean, they're all pretty easy. Why do you want to know? I don't have any tests today if you plan to pull me out of a class. I would prefer you didn't, though, because I'm trying to keep my GPA and not have any missing work." Connor looked around at all the cats. "How come you have so many cats?"
Jsd glared but it was playful. Or as playful as he could get when he had barely slept all night and woken up that early. "I'm not going to take you out of class. I have no intent on screwing up my own grades. Even if I'm not vying for top marks, Id rather not fail my classes." Jas tilted his head in confusion as he udly tan his fingers through Ash's fur. "I wasn't aware two other cats were considered many, dear." He shrugged and pressed a kiss to Ash's nose before standing with his empty plate. "I'm quite proud of myself, actually. I most likely would have taken more if I could. Winnie was the first one I adopted. Poor thing was sleeping among boxes near the edge of the temple when I foud him. Ash came afterwards when I encountered him after my visit to Winston's grave. Feisty little creature had the gall to attack me while I was going home." He chuckled lightly. "Don't think he expected a large black cat but it's what he got. This poor tiny kitten was surviving all alone in the woods before I took him home. Now they're inseparable." He nodded two cats with a fond smile as Ashe trotted over to Winnie and promptly flopped down onto of him and insistantly cuddled.
"I can call you a cab back to your house. You probably need to get your bag and change." Jas said, feeling slightly disappointed. As much as he wanted fir Connor to stay, as much as he wished for Connor to remember their previous life, Jas knew, until they found a doctor, their dream life would never come to be. "Before you go, do you really want me to look for this doctor? I know you don't remember but I once told you I'd let you go and live your life separate from me without a fight if you so wished. Is that sonething you want now that you have no reason to stay with me? I won't look for you, I won't pine for you, I won't try and convince you I'd my love for you, if it's something you want."
Connor put down his fork. "You said you would leave me alone, the part of me that feels like I know it hurts to leave you like that. My brain is telling me to live the life I finally wanted. Now that I found you, in a way, I can't go through my day properly when I see you frown or correct yourself. My brain loved that, but my heart and body wanted to do something different. It sucks. Honestly, I'm never satisfied knowing half the truth, and even then, I still think you're story is bullshit. However, I hate when I don't know something that you do, so yes…Please look into the doctor. I need to know what happened." He stood up from his seat and put his clean plate in the sink. He turned toward Jas. "You don't have to call a cab. I can fly back. I'm not sure anyone will care in this day and age. Thank you for the thought, though. I should head out now."
Jas nodded slowly, haven taken to drying a cup as a way to distract his hands, anything to keep them from dragging through his hair again. “I will, then.” He rasped out “I’ll look for the doctor.” He clenched his jaw and rubbed at the glass a but harder, wanting to shake away the words. Their life together wasn’t worthless, it wasn’t a fantasy only for Jas to live with. It had meant something, it had meant everything. “You don’t have to, you know.” He blurted out, silently chastising himself for wanting to be so good. In a life past, Jas would have happily let Connor be tortured between his mind and body. He would have teased Connor to no end. Bore his heart and soul out to him but not for love, for he knew it wouldn’t have been reciprocated. He would have turned his love into a weapon if only to get a rise out of Connor. He set the glass down before it shattered in his grasp and forced himself to continue. “We don’t have to,” he waved a hand between them, back still to Connor. “Interact. You’ll forget about this or live with it. But you can live your own life. You can find someone else. I won’t look for you until I find a doctor. If that’s what you want later on.” He only looked down when he felt Winnie rub his leg. He scooped the cat up and set him on his shoulders. He nodded silently when Connor spoke again. “Okay.” He whispered softly, fighting to keep back to tears. He offered a slight smile, though he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any happiness. He didn’t offer much else. He didn’t have a single class with Connor, he didn’t see him during lunch, and he didn’t see him after school. At this rate, Jas thought that he wouldn’t see Connor at all in this life and that pained him most of all. He wanted to reach out, just once to say a final goodbye but he kept his hands busy by petting Winnie. “Good luck with your classes.” He muttered, as he forced himself away from the counter and towards his bedroom to pack his backpack for his classes in an hour.
Connor paused as his feet slowly came to a stop. He didn't turn around, nor did he wear a reassuring smile. "You know, I just might. I have longed to share my life with someone other than you all these years. It's going to be great. Maybe I will get into a relationship, marry, and have kids. Hell, maybe I'll even grow old watching my kids have grandkids and sitting on the deck of a nice lake stargazing. That seems like ages from now, but time goes far too quickly for it to be o far away." He walked towards his shoes and slipped them on, placing his hand on the doorknob. "There is one thing that I want you to promise. Don't say no. It's not your choice—no matter where my life ended up or if it's a hundred years from now. If you find that doctor, contact me. You always find me one way or another. I don't care If I'm happy with two kids and I'm Nero sergeant. Contact me. Promise?" What Jas didn't know was that Connor couldn't live knowing there was a life where he was happy. Genuinely happy for you and the first time. Without having thoughts and memories even if he didn't love Jas anymore. To know what that felt like meant everything to him. "If you even think about hesitating, I will chop your head off for even thinking I don't want to know."
Jas paused by his bedroom door, tempted to hide in his bed with his two cats and his loneliness and slam the door shut on this life. He wanted, so badly to both hide and whirl back around and yell at Connor that his dream life was also Jas' he wanted to marry Connor, he wanted kids with him, he wanted to grow old and watch their kids grow and show Connor an eternity of undebyable love. As selfish as it was, Jas wanted Connor to choose him to spend the rest of his life with. But Jas' knew exactly how it felt wanting something more than their eternity together. He had loved Winston more than anything. He still did. And he was beyond glad he had been given the chance to love someone else so fiercly. So Jas kept that to himself. He shoved down that want and the jealousy and kept his mouth shut, for fear of losing Connor more. But oh dear God it was hard for him to comply with Connor's next request. Threat was the better word for it if Jas cared. Why did he have to be the one to do the work? To constantly remind himself of Connors hatred all because he couldn't remember their one life they were in love? Who knew how long that'd last? Years? Lives? Could jas do that after he's had a taste of his dream? He knew the answer before he even answered. "Sure, dear." Jas muttered, pushing open his bedroom door and nearly collapsing back into bed. All Connor needed to know was that he'd look and contact him eventually, not that he could wait to tell Connor even if he found a doctor beforehand. He could deal with Connor's wrath. He had before. Before they had fallen in love, at least. How hard would it be now.
Connor didn't look back, slamming the door behind him. He left the building and took off for his house. That was the last time he would see Jas for a while. Who knows how long until they interact. Even though they went to the same school, they didn't have any classes together or cross each other's paths. Connor flew into his window and started getting dressed. Connor looked at his desk of unfinished homework and sighed. he quickly finished up the problems before heading downstairs for breakfast. "Hey, mom."
"So, where did you go last night?" Connor's mom poured pancakes on the stove and then turned toward Connor. His mother's questioning look made him stop reaching for a pancake.
"I went to go see an old enemy of mine. Of course, I don't think we're like enemies anymore, but we both agreed never to see each other again unless it was urgent. One part of me is okay with that, and the other not so much, but such is life. Life must go on." Connor grabbed the pancake and ate half of it as he was prepared to leave for school.
"So, you like him?"
He coughed, causing him to choke on his pancake. "I do not! At least, I don't think I do. I mean, he's caring, funny, and handsome, but the thing he did, mom. How can I ever date someone I've hated forever?" Connor's mom looked confused.
"I'm not so sure about forever, but there is this thing called enemies to lovers trope. That's what I'm getting out of all of this. Just tell me when you leave the house next time. Now get to school before not allowed out of the house at all." Connor chuckled and left the house, and made his way to school.
If there were anything he loved about this life, it would be his mom. He loved her more than anything. She was funny, supportive, and didn't give a crap when he fooled around. She would always give him the lecture that she used to fool around with when she was Connor's age. Then the conversation would end up talking about his dad. Connor's dad had passed away before he was born. His mom said it was from some cancer. Even though it was just her and Connor, he didn't mind. That was all he needed anyway. Besides, maybe this day won't be so bad. A very handsome guy sat next to him in his Ap Calc class. Surprisingly he was wearing a varsity jacket. Maybe he could live his life. The way he hoped it would be.
(Connor's mom is on board, love her)
After spending what felt like hours of choking on sobs, and hating himself, jas reluctantly got out of his bed and changed for class. He pulled on a plain black shirt and a pair of jeans. To anyone who didn't know him, he was just one of alt kids, to be fair they weren't wrong, Jas hung out with many of them and we're friends with some but Jas loved and lived to subvert expectation. While most teachers and students thought him to be a slacker, sitting in the back of the class seemingly listening to music, he'd often surprised them with his enthusiastic participation and, while not perfect, decently good grades. But today, jas wanted to fall abck into old habits. He wanted to do something rebellious. He wanted to do something dangerous. Just to feel something other than the aching pain in his chest. He knocked on his dad's door and let himself inside, finding his dad enjoying breakfast. "Aren't you supposed to be in school, tom cat?" He asked, voice gravely from sleep but warm. Jas settked across from his and shrugged. "I saw Connor yesterday." He said, ignoring the question for now. Jas'dad paused. "That's good, no?" He asked softly. Jas shook his head, trying to shake off the urge to cry as well. "He doesn't remember anything from our past life. Or more specifically, he doesn't remember anything involving us. He remembers you and mom and suni. He even remembers Winston. But it's like something is keeping him from remembering us." His voice cracked for a moment. Jas' dad quickly stood and embraced his son, "it's not your fault, Jas." He murmured softly, following as Jas crumpled to the ground, grieving a life onoy he was allowed to remember. Once Jas recovered enough to stand without a support, jas' dad called the school, saying that Jas would be out for the next week.
(Time skip to a few years later?)
