M!A: You remember everything for Valentine's Day, but only to forget it all again and everything you did for Valentine's Day the next day!
He had been walking through the library, books in his arms as he hummed. He was thinking about that scarf again. Strange, it was. Where did it come from? Who did it come from? Why was he out in the forest? Of course, Natalya’s question brought curiosity but-Ivan gasped, a pounding from his head. He leaned against the shelf, hearing it groan and shake as he put his weight against it. The books in his arms dropped. He didn’t know what was going on! He nearly cried out again-Wait. He did know. He clutched his heart, breathing heavily against the bookcase. His eyes watered. He did not allow himself to catch his breath as he dashed out of the library, heavy hearted, one name echoing in his mind.‘Yao.’He did not allow his lack of breath to stop him. Ivan ran. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not until he felt his fist banging on a door, heavily, urgently, desperately. The moment it opened, Ivan finally said what he had been keeping in him for the longest time.“Yao!” He cried out between tears. “Yao, I’m sorry!”













