I was just daydreaming when I thought of this idea for a story, so this is a teaser I spose. I'm definitaly planning on finishing it but when, I dunno. hahaa.

Review or comments, questions, concerns would be great but if you're just looking for a read, I hope this is a good one.

If anyone could tell me how to indent i would be FOREVER GREATFUL! seriously...hehe enjoy!

River

"I know you, I swear I do." He was being persistent, oh how she wished he would stop. "No, you must be mistaken. I have never seen you before in my life." Marielle backed away slightly. His brow furrowed and he frowned, confusion etched in his features. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just…I'm trying to remember some things that I've forgotten. Seeing you triggered a memory and…" He paused and looked away his eyes taking on a faraway look. Marielle's heart ached for him but she couldn't say anything. Not now at least.

Marielle couldn't sleep. She kept seeing his face. Confusion so obvious it was almost painful in his pale blue eyes, the helpless way his hands hung by his side, and the turmoil written all over his face. She was causing him pain, real pain, by lying to him and she couldn't stop thinking about that. She never wanted to hurt him even though he hurt her so badly.

When six a.m. rolled around Marielle slipped on her ratty sneakers and grabbed her keys. She had to go to him. There was no point putting off what she knew was going to happen sooner or later.

"It's alright…I'm sorry that I can't help you..." Marielle spoke after a moment of silence, her voice coming out weaker than she would have liked. He only shook his head, sending her a weak smile that made her eyes burn with tears she thought she was done shedding years ago. He walked away, out the glass doors of the gallery and into the busy Manhattan streets. After a second of hesitation she followed, the desire to find out where he lived too great a temptation to overcome.

Nervous fingers fiddled with keys, teeth chewed at a bottom lip, and feet scuffed at the worn wooden floor. Marielle stood outside his door. She had only been as far as the front stoop of the shabby brick apartment building the day before.

When she knocked the sound seemed to vibrate down the hallway— a bouncy ball of sound. She heard shuffling from the other side of the door and entertained the idea of fleeing before it was actually opened. Ding Dong Dash, a vivid part of her childhood she could bring back again. Then he was there ruffling his tousled brown hair with a tired look on his pale face. He was wearing a wrinkled white tee and basketball shorts, no socks. Something about seeing him this way, sockless and vulnerable, added to her resolve and when she spoke her voice was strong. "I lied to you yesterday. My name is Marielle Romig and we used to be…friends. Can I come in?"