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[ofblazingheroic]

Liz didn’t want to focus on the awkwardness, on the tension that still loomed in the air. Obviously she wasn’t an idiot it wasn’t going to wash away over night. She loves Max, and somewhere in that head of his he knows we’re meant to be together. But I also wasn’t going to force the idea of an us. An outing of some familiarity, of comfort of a history would give us the opportunity to find our footing with each other. I didn’t want to give him any discomfort because I was aware of where my heart was, the rapid affect this man had over me. Wanting to keep it light and airy was the best idea. 

Weather; was lame to discuss but I had a brain fart as some may say. I felt like I was now on eggshells and it wasn’t a delightful feeling. A spark that hung by a thread. Falling into a light step with Max shoes beat down into the sandy grounds, We walked slowly along the line of shops, our newfound cowboy hats occupying our heads. Max was a real cowboy; a protector at heart, but I felt this sense of sadness hearing him talk about his lack of movement on the dancefloor, the line dancing yes, I was a pro that led the line based on the amount of parties I attended since I was a young girl, my sister and I would run that floor, but being able to lead; Max had the right feet he was normally the one to wisp me away on the dancefloor. Glancing over with a humbled smile I aired out now. “ I’m sure it’ll work in our favor, todays been perfect, and thank you for entertaining me and being here. I know Isobel probably twisted your arm to get you here. And that’s fine, If tonight you still feel like this is a past thing, I will let you go Max Evens.” I tried to keep it easy despite the pain the thought of losing him again brought me. But I also wasn’t dumb I was brilliant; and I knew Max he was quiet but also had no issue talking and I felt like he was forced to be here, so I would uphold to my promise to let him go, a teasing of my words towards the end just to keep it light. 

A love we shared; is now one sided, and I had high hopes for the night; the dancing, laughing and just letting go to that night; the night he sacrificed himself for my sister, I didn’t want to carry that buren anymore; not with us.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Liz in her head knew on paper Max was Mister Perfect. On paper he was the man of her dreams, Liz would follow him anywhere. She’d feel the weight of being forgotten by him, our love story a thousand times just to be near him. And yes Liz was aware of how insane it sounded. Maria would give her that dot eyed grin and then comment on you’re crazy, sometimes as much as you love, they aren’t worth your time. And I understood that sentiment. I understood doing the same thing over again expecting a different outcome. 

But in her heart she felt numb without him. In her heart she couldn’t breathe without him. As it stung knowing Max had no idea how much she adored him, how much she loved him, and her memories were safely heavily on her mind. But she was patient, and she believed in the optimistically forming new memories for us. As her gaze landed on the round of horses that kept run back and forth to the land of children, waiting to ride, I knew I was getting ahead of myself. I was paving out the idea of him remembering me, fully preparing myself for the disappoint. But today wasn’t about history; of the things I felt we lost now, it was about moving forward. Offering a friendly smile, the brunette jumped down into the sandy grounds. She turned and started towards the line of shops; of the clothing hanging, the food vendors waiting to be checked out. 

“ Perfect, we got lucky the weather worked out in our favor tonight.” Normally we either got rain as of late, or the winds that made you feel like your body was moving through the air.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

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Did Liz say too much? Sometimes she had an active mind; which meant she could speak without fully processing the meaning. And in this case; she definitely felt like she hit a stone in our path. She didn’t mean to remind Max of his memory lost; of all the days he couldn’t keep track of; of our story from the innocent touches, from the glances across the room. From the small sensation of a single kiss. But Liz just wanted Max to know she appreciated this day; the time he was giving her; who ultimately was a complete stranger to him. Despite the small hurdles we’ve had, Liz missed the fight and pull but she couldn’t disagree with him. One day at a time; one moment; one day of finding a connecting groove once again. A soften grin played on her lips as her hands crossed one over the other. As she leaned against the gates that parting us from the horses that ran within the gated area, or the one poney that was now tending to tiny children the excitement in their eyes. 

“ I’m sure you wouldn’t run me away after one day, Now if we hang out for a whole week then I might reconsider..” Liz hummed off with a amusement. In her mind not a chance; Max was the guy she thought about all the time; she missed this, the smile he wore; how easily we flowed with each other. But Max he may be the one doing the breaking after the festival dance; but that was an argument for another day. At the mention of her horse that dreamy expression crossed her features. And the female nodded along. “ She’s a firecracker too, she’s rare but I couldn’t resist when there’s a bond its hard to walk away.” 

Meaning more than one; tilting her head over to take in his features; the sun hitting his face at just the right angle. “ Did you want to check out any other spots?” Or we could keep walking, or take our efforts elsewhere; a scroll down to the park, Liz would go anywhere with him.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

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Ma’ma yeah  Max Evans had always been the gentleman; it was hard to tell him he didn’t have to feel the need to be so Chivalrous with me. I knew Max; she grew up together; he the very boy next door. The boy that had your heart pounding. The guy that helps you study even when you’re obviously the smartest girl in the room. Especially when it came to Biology. But shakespeare was another story; he helped me through English and I had more than enough fond memories for the both of us. 

But Liz missed the way he smiled at her as if she was the only girl in the world. He held her hand tenderly; he guided her through dances; and she was trying; to smile bravely and pretend us here at the fair was right. And it was. But at the same time she wished he’d remember her love for animals; the rides she always loved to take; she did own a horse at the barn; it was thanks to Alex’s mother. But she didn’t want to spoil this mood, us brushing shoulders, us sharing a nice afternoon; a new cowboy hat in hand. “ Thank you, for coming with me Max.. I know you’re struggling more than I am here. And I know you have no idea who I am, no reason to trust me. But I do appreciate you here with me. Even if its only for a day..” A day to try to feel that love he once had for me. To know how much I loved him. Mistakes in the past; but right now the moments is all Liz had to hold onto. 

A small walk towards the pen of poney’s and a soft smile ran along her lips as she stopped at the gated area. Too young? Childish maybe? But Liz loved Horses its what made her feel free in a storm of what ifs. “  So beautiful.. You know I have a horse at Alex’s mom’s place. I fell in love with the creature the second I petted her; Cranberry. I know awful name but once you see the reddish hairs on her; you’d get it..” Speaking from experience not wanting him to comment just a memory wrapped up in its own. 

It was easy between us; a bond a trust that never strayed away; and right now; she needed safety to trust him; that our love was enough to wheel through this storm. As for my milkshakes he wasn’t wrong; it only made Liz grin; a milkshake to die for.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

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Liz  knew the history she was heavily aware of the history. Why it felt like a ton of bricks were currently on her chest when her eyes glanced at him. But Liz also wasn’t going to hold a grudge against him. Max Evans was a good man; he wanted to see the best in others. He always want to put a smile on your face. I appreciated all the times one look in his direction left me breathless. And this cowboy hat was going to air as significance for me. It was the hat I tried on in front of the very Max Evans. The hate I declared on wearing to the dance tonight with him. 

It was light and comfortable between us. Liz was aware she was nursing a broken heart. A boy she loved had no idea who she was. Or what he meant to her. It was a tough pill to swallow. But Liz would accept, she’d move forward because this moment witnessing him trying on the lighter brown hat felt normal. It was cute as she nodded eagerly. She stepped up behind him as he glanced into the mirror and she looked at him in the mirror. Handsome, gorgeous. What a man. 

“ It’s perfect, you looks quite dabber in that hat.” The western theme, the way my heart raced now. Liz stepped back as the male turned towards the girl behind the register and I was prepared to pay but it was Max, he tended to be the gentleman; it’s who he was. As I stood close by I stood grabbed hold of the plastic bag where our hats were comfortably inside, and we turned towards the next set of stands, the jewelry, the set of designed bags, and so on. And I walked briskly with him. “ You know I could’ve brought the hats, but since you insisted count the next milkshake on me.” A playful wink in his direction; new memories of us; of us embracing a new chapter. “ Let’s check out the horses.” I echoed aloud as I tugged him over to the rail to overlook the small rides of children on the horses.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

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Liz was a girl in the south by heart. This wasn’t the first time she’s worn a cowboy hat. She knew how to wear the boots given the opportunity. Maria had taught her well. But given the awkwardness; I was scared of overstepping of making Max uncomfortable unintentionally and all. But these hats; it was amusement; it was fun to try on and be people that were enjoying the other’s company. Liz had lifted the current tanish hat to her head; her brunette curls that hit the edges of her face as she wore a genuine grin. As she faced the male. 

She knew Max; he smiled at her; that charming grin of his that caught her breathless. As she moved to glance at herself in the mirror she was impressed with herself. It looked great, and seeing as Max had complimented her; she might be keen to buy the hat; as she turned on the balls of her shoes; to glanced at him. “ It’s perfect, I think this is the perfect one to head to the dance with.” She echoed off, before her attention was drawn on the male. He was trying on hats; it was cute and light between us. As I stepped closer to him, I dropped a hand to his hat as I fixed the corners; leaving us only inches apart. “ It’s handsome brings out your eyes. Which is always a plus.” I echoed out with a whisper; one that was shared between only us. Friends with a complicated history.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Liz was trying to loosen up in this situation, she didn't want Max to harbor the pressure, the pressure of not knowing her likes and dislikes. Like she knew his. We had been friends for years harboring crushing that the timing never worked in our favor. For Liz she paid attention and if it wasn’t for the memory lost, for the fact Max had no idea who she was; he’d be airing out her favorite milkshake and food especially her comfort food just to get one up on her. Because he was Max and he liked to prove himself. And it’s one of the many times I adored about him. 

His care to get the hints to help make her smile, and because he was loyal; he never let anyone get left behind. All that to say; I wanted to keep it light between us, as we made the route to rediscover each other. As Liz slipped that oldish brown cowboy hat on, she knew the fit was awful; the edges were covering her eyes, and her hair ended up in her face. She swore she could taste a stray lock of hair in her mouth gross, she slowly blew the hair from her face As she wore a sheepish grin on her lips, as she faced him. Not the best fit; yeah it was Max he wasn’t going to use the words hideous, it wasn’t his style he was one of those gentle insults, without being mean. Which was  cute as he lowered one of the other hats onto her head. Lifting her hand to the edge where his hand was; fingers brushed against his own, with a spark. “ Does it look good? Enough to buy?” I asked almost hopefully, I could always sport a cowboy hat; but I also wanted his approval. A grin nearly ear to ear as we caught a moment; to smile; to forget all the lost memories that brewed.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Liz probably smelt like all the many thousands of milkshakes she’s made over the years. Since the day her father taught her how to blend. How to put all the ingredients in the jar and blend them together. Liz took pride in the diner; in the green alien that stood on the roof. And yeah people made fun of us. And our business but it’s who we are; branded and all. It’s why we stayed when all the odds were stacked against us. Sitting with my final piece of funeral cake in hand was; I heard his assumption and I had to pop the final piece into my mouth as I fought my own urge to laugh. 

Chewing quickly, I used the paper napkin to wipe my hands and mouth before my eyes found their way to meet your own. “ I do observe a lot. But I only remember some orders. The first time you ever came in you order our green man, It’s your favorite even if you don’t remember yet.” I noticed everything about Max. I loved him. And yeah this felt uncomfortable yet comfort all the same. It was Max we loved each other. I’d sacrifice it all for him. But right now I wasn't edging to get rid of you. My frame felt warmth hearing your say you could stay. It meant you weren’t planning on leaving me hanging anytime soon. And i had to smile as I lifted myself onto my feet. My folded plate in hand as I tossed it into the trash. And i eyed those cowboy hands. With a nudge of my arm I led us over to the booth. And I picked up a oldish tan cowboy hat and lifted it to my head with a grin. “ How does this one look? “ I laughed as I eyed you; as if our time was stood still with us.

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It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

The tension felt like it was washing away. Liz of course had every ache in her body to feel close to him again. To see him smile at her the same he always had, adoringly, like she was the only girl in the world. Our timing had always been off, our connection, the depths of the affection always had been there. But each time we got close our futures had other plans.Liz would’ve done anything for Max, he was her compass in the dark. He was loyal; he was kind, and yeah she had all the memories mapped out in her head. Our first kiss, the time he saved my life; and had to tell me the truth. 

The ways she fought; but also love fiercely. Liz still felt the way her heart rapidly pressed against her chest, especially when she felt his eyes on her. She knew memories she’d hold to forever; until the end of time. But she wasn’t holding a torch for Max to remember us, to remember me. The fun light chatter we had now; was enough. A plan for a date; the dance, the idea of being with him excited her. The brunette swore her cheeks were sore from how hard her lips were smiling. She doubted; she’d let the smile disappear. “ I do, and I happen to make the best milkshakes.” A grin present, as the female slowly lifted herself up from the bench until she was sitting on her feet. Shoes digging into the pavement under us. 

“ I have steel heels, I donut you’d be hurting me, trust me you’ll have the best partner at this dance.” I echoed out with a playful wink. Eyes glanced over to the different sets of booths; a set of cowboy hats caught her eye, “ I can walk, unless you have other plans, I wouldn’t want to keep you.” If Max had to get back to the station; to his sister, he could leave, I had friends at the festival, plus I’m sure Maria would want all the gossip; can’t leave her in the dark for too long now could I?

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@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Liz found herself relaxing a bit, which was a good sign. Because if by chance this encounter with Max at the festival continued to go down hill from her hurt, from her nerves honestly Liz had no idea what could save her. She knew how she felt about him; it had always been Max. He was loyal, he had a gracious heart, he was one of the good ones. And her nerdy, scientific side has not scared him away. But Liz wasn’t the one that should be wary on their interactions, or the pending idea of a date. She was eager; probably too eager to spend more time with him. To regetting to know the male again, as if he ever left her mind. 

She was tired of the injustice, she was tired of unknown. Liz had lost him once; she spent months stuck to her computer, months of visiting his lifeless body running test after test at any sign of life. It was her fault his memory was gone, her fault he was ever placed into the position to risk his powers, his life for her. Her sister. And I suppose that’s why Liz knew not to take him for granted. Once she popped the final piece of her powdery goodness into her mouth; she had to stop herself from echoing out a laugh. Max was handy; he was good as a listening ear, he had superpowers but when it came to his feet I sometimes believed he was holding two left feet. But I did teach him once; how to hold balance, how to be able to dance. A foud memory on the back of his truck came to mind, a innocent dance of two friends, and now would I have to repeatedly teach him how? Not that I cared. A simper ran gracefully across my lips. “ I’m confident I can lead you in the right direction of feetwork, and if worse case you landed on my toes, I can handle the pain.” Liz was able to recover quickly; she never cared about how poorly Max danced; she only cared about whos arms she was in. 

Our date; a first date between us; it was a first; it left this giddy notion inside of me. Stomach turning in a slight knots; in the good way. A beaming expression as I rang off a reply. “ Sounds perfect, I do happen to know the ower of the cafe; which means I can promise fantastic service, and fast too if you’re lucky.” A knowing smirk rested on glossed lips. It was easy with us; falling into a banter as if time stood still.

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@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

A genuine sense of excitement. Excitement as if we were two young teenagers discovering a crush again. With Max is always felt fresh and new. Each time she felt his gaze on her, she felt like her body was floating. She felt like she was in love for the first time again. And as sad and devastating it was to realize her heart beat for him. She’d go a thousand lifetimes and always run back to him and for Max he had no idea of us, of the type of love we had for each other. It was disheartening, it was sad. I cried, I felt like my body broke into pieces. I felt like I was naive to believe saving him, that I put all my work my energy into protecting him. And now Max probably was realizing he was better off without me. Our story wasn’t perfect, we had a cycle of bad timing. Of sheepish smiles, of the dancing in the back of his truck, and a moments of longing but we tended to pick the wrong time to make the move. To say what we felt. 

But the festival, today, may have started with heartbreak, with the desire to hide myself in my room. But I was sitting at this bench with Max Evans eating funeral cake, and he was asking me out. Was it guilt? Or was it hope? I was deciding to pick hope, I’d hate to believe he was asking me out on a pity date, because he was loyal and felt bad for hurting me. I didn’t want to ask, I wanted to just hold onto this moment between us. Fingers dipped into the doughy food with powder, as i popped a piece into my mouth. The dancing, now I taught Max Evans quite well, to where I felt he was a pro. But I understood the sentiment, his memories were blurry, foggy at best. Which meant he might need that extra hand, the hand to guide him through each step. A genuine grin danced against my lips. 

“ I’ll be sure to wear my stertiest pair of heels.” I added as a means of cracking a joke. Noting I was almost done with my food, I felt the mood settle, a carefree laugh escaping my lips as my eyes stared probably longer than intended. But I did stare, I took in his features as if it was the best time, an adoring expression. Max was my soul, my other half, I was with him no matter where we ended up. ‘ But you know I can be an expert teacher when it comes to dancing, I taught you once, I don’t mind fitting in a dance lesson tonight.” Aired in a response. Without thinking I said it. “ It’s perfect, If you want I can even bring us the milkshakes when you come pick me up.” The milkshakes, my go to distraction, also it helped we lived on top of the shop; but if Max forgot his favorite milkshake it was okay, he could decline, I’d still show up for our date. Just the word in my head had me feeling giddy, it felt right; this new stage for us.

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@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Baggage in the rearview mirror, all the reasons we fell apart, all the whys we fight. Liz could honestly say she’d rather fight with him than to let him slip away. Liz had run once; she had left Roswell after her sister; after the whispers of this small town. And maybe it was the solution to opt out of this awkwardness; out of the hurt Liz felt when he asked her who she was. But Liz was here because of how much she cherished him and the love we had. Because she’d always be completely in love with him. Like once Max told her she was the one that got away; he was her forever. 

It was stained where we stood. It was strained our relationship due to the situation placing a toll on us both. But Liz would fight like hell to make new memories with him. Because what we had was worth it. All that to say she wore that grin of hers; in response to his charming grin. Max was corny at times, he was a protector by nature. He was a man that was a promise to his word; one of the many why she loved him. A low giggle escaped her own lips as she nodded licking over bare lips. 

A date, dancing, the whole nine yards was that what Max was offering now? She had to contain her own laugh as she bit down on her lip nodding almost eagerly. “ All the bells and whistles huh? You’re being bold here; because now you better hold up on your end, not that I have any doubt, a date with Max Evans it always leaves me speechless.” She added with a lingering grin. It was easy for move forward; to attempt to rebuild to have the fun in us again. All that to say; the female couldn’t contain herself now. Wasn’t it obvious? Her answer was always yes, her heart soar for him. Reaching forward across the table; the female laid her palm over his own. 

“ I don’t think you have to worry about the dancing, you always knew how to dance, especially after the way I taught you.” Tilting head to the side; the female let her hand linger on his. “ Yes, yes in every language.” She added as she held his gaze; a moment for us to find hope; in the future considering where our story stood.

Continued

@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

It was definitely awkward especially knowing I recalled each moment, Each meaningful glaze. I remembered who we were at our core, the intense connection we shared. For Max I was a stranger; someone he barely knew. I was done being pitying myself for the consequences of my superhero actions. I needed to hold onto the hope the sign that we might land on the same page. Liz was playing coy; it was obvious that Max was asking her out. If it wasn’t for words he spoke; it was all within the way his eyes looked at her. 

Causing that flutter in her chest. She felt like that high school girl that was drawn to him. In a way she could never describe to herself. Max had always been there for her; a friend; a shoulder to lean on. She appreciated him his friendship; the love he always showed her. And now she needed to be patient with him. He had no memory of her; of us; yet he wanted to spend the day together. I may have started the day on my heels one foot present and one out the door. But right now I was firmly standing with both feet present; here with him. 

I loved that charming smile of his. The way he played coy; like he wasn’t making a point, a risky move on his own. Eyes focused on him; lips pushed together teeth digging into my bottom lip. He knew how to make my heart race; there was no one like Max Evans. Who knew how to draw me in; he was hot, he was smart. He had a heart so big some never saw him. But me; I always had my eyes on him. Yes I said his full name; it was a lame habit of mine, not that it seemed like the male cared; because he only widen his grin. A date with Max Evans; now I knew we’ve dated before but this time felt that same excitement; that same bounce in my feet. Extending my hand out across the table; the small table where we sat; I placed my hand firmly in his own. Fingers curled around his palm. I hoped I wasn’t too forward; that my touch was welcomed. But given our history of right love wrong timing how Max would react was in the air. 

“ I’d be delighted to go out with you Max Evans, now I expect the whole damn thing, you better swept me off my feet.” Her words was referring to the dancing; knowing his talent of a twirl on the dance floor. The firm way his hands could hold her in place. A teasing remark; to keep the energy light. Hold us still present in this moment; a new beginning for us.

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@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Liz knew she was probably throwing curtain into the wind here, and probably was appearing a tad out of character with her laugher. But it was cute; his attempt to flirt with her. Max could’ve easily written her off; he could’ve easily told himself to cut his loses. If he was able to forget her; and our relationship it was a sign we weren’t meant to be. But instead he had awkwardly showed up to the festival and he had tried. We had shared a desert together; we were parked on this bench table together. For Liz yeah she was hurt that he had so easily forgotten about her; and the love they shared with each other. It felt meaningless at the time. But now she understood there were always complications with a surgery; and his memory lost was one of them. 

Neither let the forgotten memory taint how they felt. For Liz his bad attempt at flirting cause her heart to race. She felt that tingling sensation in the tips of her fingertips when she pulled a piece of her funeral cake to her lips. When she pulled the desert to her lips chewing on the yummy treat. Her laughs had calmed down enough; to hear him out. Max had always been a good danger; in fact he knew how to keep a beat. He’d be the one to twirl her on the dance floor. She was the one that almost felt she had two left feet at times. But the thought of attending a dance with him filled her up with joy; the idea was an instant yes. But the female didn’t want to come across as too eager as they say, So she emitted a single laugh as she spoke. 

“ You have no idea how good you are on the dance floor Max Evans.” It was cute how innocent he was. How in the dark he was when it came to his talents, his abilities. A warm smile tugged at the corners of her brims as she spoke in a singalong teasing tone. “ Are you asking me out out on a proper date Max Evans?” The way she said his whole name; it was our thing. She could never help herself. Lifting her elbow to lean against the wooden table; her palm held her chin in its palm; her brown specs held his gaze. 

He was cute; and innocent; it reminded her of high school; where he was afraid to speak to her; or to say the wrong word; and now; we felt like strangers. But Liz knew in her heart this is where we were meant to be; together linked as one.

Continued

@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

Definitely not what Liz envisioned when she decided to let her brain speak for her. When she decided to give Max a new heart, to fix the pieces he broke when he sacrificed himself for Rosa, for me to have my sister back. I had to mend where we stood now, our new reality. I remembered each glance, each small conversation, each kiss, the way I felt safe with him. Unfortunately I still remembered each fight. The fight that nearly always kept dragging us apart. Our ambitions, our dreams. Liz was confident, she was brilliant. Her beautiful science mind; she had research she intended to explore. And Max he was the small town guy; the sheriff, he was selfless, kind, he only wanted to protect his family. 

A future we had once wanted together; felt like lightyears apart. Even now I felt Max, the pondering thoughts, the grief he felt over hurting me, unintentional. He was selfless. But the last thing the brunette wanted was for him to be sitting here with her out of obligation, out of feeling guilty like her ego was wounded because of his amnesia. I wanted Max to be sitting here at this bench with me because he wanted to. My heart ached to be near him; I felt torn up inside knowing his feelings, how he once felt about me was gone. Liz told herself to try, try to forget, and given how easy it was to keep a conversation, how easy it felt to smile in his presence. I knew the heat, the love we once shared was only firing up again. 

Make new memories the brunette told herself. Maybe this was a chance for us to get it right; fix all the mistakes we’ve made in the past; right our own relationship. Liz knew now she’d travel mountains if it meant being with him, she wanted the career; and she wanted to come home to him. But a flow grows from a seed, and right now this moment was a seed planted for us to grow as one. If Max desired to. 

Popping a piece of the white powdered funeral cake in her mouth, it gave her an excuse to catch her breath at his complement. Now Mex Evans was always one to butter me up, but he meant it. A slight hint of red tainted at her cheeks as she forced her head to lift up. Eyes staring to meet his own; a date? Is that his subtle way of asking what we’d call together, not only asking permission but his flirting. I had to say it was cute to see him try for me, for us. An amused laugh left her lips as she exhaled a hearted laugh into the air. “ I’d say today is a test run, see if I want a real date with Max Evans, call it get to know each other.” A tease written in her voice with ease. 

Popping another piece of her treat into her mouth she wore a thoughtful expression as she pretended to debate in her mind on the answer. Not wanting to sound too eager, Liz had to play it cool. Not to scare the boy off right? Although her father would love that. “ From what I remember, you were a excellent dancer, may even teach me a few steps, how could I say no?” A content grin replaced the smirk; as she was in awe of this man; rediscovering each other; falling in love as if it was the first time. 

It was almost a dream.

Continued

@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.

[ofblazingheroic]

This life had altered us. The Liz and Max that once existed. The version of us she had mapped out in her head. Yeah we had our fair share of differences, we had our own way of thinking. Max was the protector; he was selfless and only wanted to protect his family, and with his great sacrifice of bringing my sister back to me, the pain it cause because I lost the man I loved, I also felt grateful he loved me enough to be stupid and reckless to bring a sense of joy back for me. I never counted on the amnesia, the memory lost of us. I felt confused and hurt. Especially when the question of who are you echoed through my mind. 

I loved Max, he made me feel whole, but my heart did break to realize he had no idea who I was, our history. Which wasn’t squeaky clean, we had our own fair share of mistakes, But now the knowing what we had was lost; I was confused on what I wanted. Did I want Max? Did I want the baggage of the unknown? Honestly Liz knew in her gut her future was with him; memory or not. She was on edge with the awkwardness; the unsure of where to start. But it was also exciting to try to rediscovery that first love, to discovery who we could be with new memories of us. 

It felt like a date, the sweaty palms, the nervous laughs. The nerves that kept turning in my stomach; and once we relocated to sitting at this bench surrounding the festival I knew it was; the glimmer of hope in his eyes; the eyes that always drew me in. I swore I could feel nervous and he had the sense of security for me. And I felt it with his amusement; the underlying joke of people getting tired of him after awhile. Of course Liz kept coming back as if she could ever quit him; she loved him but she kept that thought to herself as she picked at the piece of funeral cake in her hand. 

“ I think we can blame the eyes on that one.” A quip of amusement; laced in her tone as she popped a piece of food into her mouth. Enough time to chew; to think of how she made him nervous. He could deny it all he wanted, But Liz had years of knowing him, what made him tick, what made him refuse to glance her way, The real give away was the way he wiped his hand on his knees under the table. He was nervous of little old her? It was kinda funny; a smirk hit the corners of her lips. 

“ It’s okay to be nervous, I always did have that affect on you.” An affect present day us still held. “ I’m brilliant, I’m beautiful, And I know how to handle you Max Evans what’s not to love..” Words rolled off her tongue with ease as a laugh escaped her lips. It was easy to fall into the memory; but who we are now have yet to be defined. 

Continued

@canhealorharm

It was awkward; there was no denying it; but it was more because of the circumstances than then the company. Of course Liz wanted to spend any time she could with Max. They had lost countless of days if not months apart; of course Liz could contest that she’s scene every part of him given she had her hands inside his chest just days ago, but she was smart, if not brilliant and when it came to Max Evans she was constantly amazed by him. She was amazed by his passion to put others first. He felt guilty when he had made a choice for himself. His smile made her heart flutter each and every time. She felt the goosebumps on her arms when their bodies brushed hazily against each other. 

She would jump right into the Lion’s den if it meant being with him. Max was her everything and yeah I remembered the mistakes I made. Why our relationship had fizzled out time and time again. But I didn’t want to change him; I just wanted more for us. But I reminded myself as sad as I was when I laid eyes on him today, I also felt this blossom of hope; to be near him, hope to finding us again with brand new memories. And given the lightheartedness blooming between us now; I felt at ease. 

At his retort of me getting sick of him, I felt a light smirk slowly tug upon my lips as I felt the words slip through glossed brims. “ Please I got sick of you ages ago, but I just can’t shake the feeling of coming back for more you know, bad habits.’ A tease; of course Liz would never get sick of this man, his loyalty, the honor he held; and he held her heart. There was no world where she’d want to shake how she felt with him. She just hoped this Max the person he was becoming now since the new heart and memory loss still held how to handle her sense of humor. 

Lowering her frame down onto the bench across from him, her plate falling to the round table, one leg on each side of the bench her eyes nearly beamed when he agreed to what this was. Felt like a first date; the whole concept of re getting to know each other heavily on her mind, The female tighten lips together to contain her grin. Not wanting to freak Max out that was. She leaned closer to the table as her elbow leaned against the table her palm holding her head. 

Reaching with her free hand; she popped the funeral cake into her mouth chewing slowly as she gazed across at him. “ Do I make you nervous Max Evans?” A sense of excitement in her tone as she teased the man.