Nirvana

Nirvana
Escape the world. Forget it all and begin your journey to a fresh new start.
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That's the tagline of the rehab center they have come to stay at.
Phoenix has had a rough past, and has come here to start over.
Milo doesn't remember a thing from his, and can't wait to get out of the place and figure out his life. .
What happens when they meet? That's a story to tell.

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Phoenix:
She saw the frown on Milo's face when he was walking over. It made her stomach churn. Something was not right.
"Hey," he smiled faintly, as he began to sit next to her.
"Hey," she said, taking his hand, "what's up?"
He shrugged.
"Milo...."
"Phoenix it's nothi-"
"Don't tell me it's nothing. There's a goddamn wave on your face."
He chuckled.
"Milo...."
She nudged him again.
"Alright..." he turned to look at her.
He placed his other free hand on top of the one she was holding, and said, "There's a procedure."
"Procedure?"
"Yes."
Confusion was written all over Phoenix's face, so he continued, "It may restore my memory."
"Oh."
There was a dead silence which neither one of them knew how to fill. After giving Phoenix a couple of more minutes to process what she had just said, he continued, "I said 'no' to it."
Phoenix turned to look at him so fast, she almost got a whiplash, "Why?"
"I don't want to remember..."
Phoenix continued to look at him, baffled, as he went on, "...anything. I don't want to remember anything, anytime in which I didn't know you."
Phoenix was touched. She knew that the pair of them had come to mean a lot to eachother, but this, this one was a lot. She took a breath, "Aren't you even a little curious to-"
"To see what drove me to suicide?"
Dead silence.
Phoenix didn't know what to say. She had no idea about this. She looked at Milo. He looked shocked, like he hadn't meant for it to come out that way.
Why hadn't he told her about this?
Something, someone drove him to this. Her heart ached for him, and the pain he might've been through. The pains she didn't know of, and he didn't remember.
But they'd have to be great, he was a fighter. Something had made him snap.
And her heart ached for him so.
She just didn't know what to do. How to console someone about something they didn't even remember.
So she did what her first instinct told her to.
She kissed him.


Milo:
And during that time, he forgot everything. He forgot that he was upset, that something was bothering him, that there were other people who existed besides the two of them.
But like all other good things, it had to end.
So when it did, he pulled her in for another one.


Phoenix:
"Milo."
She had been trying to convince him to go through the procedure for about four days now. And he just might be beginning to give in.
There was a slightly selfish part of her that wished that he wouldn't go for it either, but she knew she had to be bigger than that. But she just couldn't deprive him of his whole previous life, and memories either.
"And what if I go bananas?" he smiled at her, half serious.
"Don't worry, I still l-"
He cut her off with a kiss.
"What?" she asked.
"Don't say it."
"What? That I lo-"
He kissed her again.
Phoenix frowned, "Why?"
"I don't want you to say it like this..."
She looked at him as he went on, "...I want you to say it when everything is fine. When they've successfully tampered with my damn head."
She laughed softly, "Okay."
"Promise?"
"Promise."


Milo:
82 down.
8 to go.
Milo had spent most of the previous night, talking to Bill, and a professional about the five day long procedure.
About what could go wrong. Ah, the things that could go wrong.
He didn't want to end up fo-
No, that was too terrifying to even think about.
He asked why they hadn't carried out the procedure earlier. And there was a complex detailed answer.
But honestly, he didn't care about it. Any of it.
He just wanted to get all of this over with, and be with Phoenix.
Oh, Phoenix.


Phoenix:
As Phoenix stood facing Milo, moments before the procedure. She was second guessing herself.
What if something did go really wrong? She was the one who convinced him to do this. She would never be able to forgive herself if anything of the sort happened.
"Hey," he stroked her cheek with his right thumb, "I still won't do it. Just, just tell me."
She leaned in, into his hand, "No, I want you to do this."
She smiled at him.


Milo:
She smiled at him. It was that plastic smile again.
"I miss you," she whispered. This time, he didn't correct her, "Me too, Phoenix, me too."
"Five days," he said to us.
"Five days," she repeated.
He clicked his fingers in front of her, as if to say the time would pass before they knew it.
But he just couldn't do it convincingly. They both knew what a lie it was.
A nurse had arrived. He was supposed to leave now.
How could he ever leave her?
"I love you," he said placing small kisses on her cheeks trailing up to her lips. Then, finally, he rested his forehead against hers, savoring his last moments with her in a long time.
Her eyes were teary. He wanted to hold her forever, until all her pain subsided.
But she shoved him away lightly, telling him to go now.
They shared one last look before he made his way into the room where he'd be spending the next five days.
And as he did so, he made himself a promise.
Soon as this was all over, he'd put that smile back on her face.
Not because he loved her.
But because she deserved it.

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