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The weather had begun to show signs of the oncoming summer. Days were less cold, more mild, and a few were even warmer than normal. In fact, the temperature was well above normal when Chailee walked out of school with the sun blaring down from a cloudless blue sky and it practically beckoned her to revel in the beautiful weather. So, tossing a quick message to her parents, who were even more protective of her than before and demanded constant check-ins, Chailee turned herself in the direction of the park. She took the time to walk there instead of hopping a bus. It wasn't terribly far, plus it gave her more time to bask in the warm rays of the sun.

IT seemed many other people had the same idea as the teen. There were quite a lot of people out walking around. She watched as people passed her. Most paid her no heed or merely gave her a passing glance. Still, as she looked at each person in turn, Chailee wondered if they were someone she should recognize? Sure, maybe the relationship wasn't a strong one but perhaps she passed this same person multiple times before? Surely she would remember that? But, alas, nothing came to her. Every face was as new as the next.

I am just being silly, now. There's no way that there's a chance I know one of these people walking around. She mentally admonished herself and picked up her pace as she caught sight of the entrance to the park ahead.

The park trees bore sweet, light green leaves that were newly emerged into the world. A few trees were still bearing their flowers, but many were loosing the fragile petals quickly. In fact Chailee found herself a dogwood tree to position herself under, leaning against it's trunk for lack of finding a free bench. It was comfortable enough, and she enjoyed the flurry of petals around her whenever the breeze would move through the boughs above.

Rooting around in her school bag, Chailee pulled out the small case for her flute. It didn't take long for her to assemble the instrument and after snapping the case closed to keep any stray petals from making it a home, Chailee lifted the silver instrument to her lips. Eyes closed, she played a soft, slow ballad. A random song she had learned a year or two ago during her flute lessons. It was particularly hard but had a pretty sound to it that let the girl just relax and enjoy the moment she was in as she tried to forget her constant worry and anxiety.

She was so absorbed in her music that she didn't notice anyone walking up to her until she finished the piece and opened her eyes. She startled and blushed. "I am sorry. I hope I wasn't bothering you?"

Chailee watched the boy as he fidgeted frowned at the world around them. Her own brows creased slightly as she contemplated what could be bothering him. As she sat there, a small panic began to form in her chest as that doubt began to resettle in her mind. It could be evident in the way she tensed and she clutched at the flute laying across her lap. Do I know him? This was getting so frustrating!

"Thanks" She responded to the compliment, unsure of what else to say.The way her looked at her made her even more uncomfortable. At this point she was pretty sure he knew her and was waiting for some sort of 'how are you' or 'long time no see'. Why else would he be studying her the way he was?

She was about to open her mouth to say something when he beat her to it and introduced himself. It was if a weight had been lifted form her shoulders and the tension slowly began to ease away. Letting out a breath of air she hadn't realized she had been holding her own frown slowly turned into a shy smile. "Chailee."

"If you're not in a rush care to sit down? I mean, it's not a bench or anything but it's really pretty and relaxing to sit under the trees." She scooted herself over a bit to provide a spot for the boy to lean against the trunk of the tree should he so like. "Do you play any sort of instruments?" She questioned, always curious about the hobbies of other people, especially when they took interest in her own.

As he settled himself down, Chailee smiled. While he situated himself she decided to take a part her flute. If she was going to have company she wasn’t going to ignore him and continue to play. So with practiced ease she twisted a part the instrument before reaching over to the care to grab the spit rag to clean out the inside of it. “Hm. I bet you’re better than you think.” She said, as she continued to clean the silver instrument. “I was horrible at first, but I got better over time. I doubt I’ll ever bee amazing or anything, but it’s nice hobby.”

After giving the instrument a careful cleaning she grabbed the case and began to put it away. As she lowered the last piece in she nearly dropped it at Peter’s words. Taking a deep breath to try and ease the almost instant panic, she snapped shut the case of the flute. She didn’t turn to face him. Instead she stared at the black case as she tried to calm herself and keep the tears that instantly wanted to sprout up at bay.

“I...I should know you…” She said more to herself than to Peter but the words certainly could reach his ears considering the proximity. Carefully she turned to face him, eyes roving over him as she tried her best to remember who he was. Where had they met? Were they close friends? Classmates?

The more she struggled to remember the more upset she became and she bit her lip. “I…” She wasn’t sure how to answer his question. Ok? Well, in the physical sense she was ok. Her cuts and bruises had faded leaving no visual effects of the battle she had been a part of, but mentally...no. No she wasn’t. But how was she to explain that to someone who, in her mind, was a complete stranger? How does she explain that she looks at each person who approaches her and wonders if they are someone she should remember? How she fears she’ll make a mistake somehow and hurt someone’s feelings because of it?

Unbidden, but unable to hold them at bay, a few tears leaked out to run down her cheeks. Squinting her eyes shut she tried to stop the flow, but it was so terribly hard. She was tired of the fear and anxiety. “I guess...I don’t know…” She shook her head. “No.”

Oberon? Oh...OH! The connection was instantly made and she finally felt like she had someway to put some memories together of Peter/Oberon, even if they were only from being powered up. Though few they were. Chailee vaguely wondered how close of friends they had been? Perhaps just aquaintances? Maybe a bit more? She had no idea, but he was doing his best to help her and that told the bluenette quite a lot about Peter's character and their possible relationship.

Sniffing back the tears, Chailee nodded at Peter's attempts to ease her. Though she wasn't sure who Haven was, and probably should, she tried not to dwell. Instead she wiped at her face to clean it of the tears that had run down and hoped her eyes didn't look puffy or her nose red. Crying always made her look ugly, she thought.

"Um...maybe I have it?" She fished around in her bag for her phone before pulling out the device decorated with a floral phone case and a horse charm. Unlocking it she quickly navigated to her contacts, another sniff escaping her before she found the name she was looking for. "Peter. Yea, you're in here. I've been sort of....avoiding my contact list since I know so few of the names in it." She admitted.

Glancing up from the phone to look at Peter, Chailee could tell that he was upset over her distress. In typical Chay fashion she immediately flashed him a smile before crawling over to him to embrace him in a short, quick hug. "Thank you for trying to help me back then. I'll be fine. I'll...I'll figure this all out and until then I'll just need to make new memories, like you said." Her smile was still on her face as she pulled away. A touch of sadness was still there in her eyes but there was hope too. Hope that maybe she'd get over this. That maybe she'd regain her lost memories.

If not, at least she had friends like Peter to help her make new ones to replace those lost.