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^{One night your character and my character are hiding from some hired thugs to come and retrieve one of them for not paying off their debt. And so the thugs end up breaking into the space where our characters are hiding and takes my character. And then knocks your character out. ~time skip~ After months of being tortured by the thugs and the man who is asking for the payment, my character then gets beaten so badly that they get amnesia. While mine is in the fragile state, your character ends up looking everywhere for mine. Due to the amnesia, the thugs just let my character go, free to wander the streets without a clue of what to do. So yeah, it's basically like your character has to try and help mine remember what love they had once they meet up. We will be starting after the time skip.}

^{The proximity of our bodies is so close, I feel his breath fanning onto my face. The temperature is rising rapidly in the small space, with fear and anxiety. I rest my head back against the wall, knowing any moment my apartment will be ransacked and sifted through for any sign of us two. They’ll tear through every room until they find this one, the only one that locks from the inside. And then they won’t hesitate to break it down.}

^{I feel his eyes on me, they burn into my skin like lasers. Even in the pitch black of the small closet we’re crammed into, I see the electrifying colour of his gaze.}

^{“Are you afraid?” His low voice rings through the silence. I lean my head over to look at him, eyes locking. I think of all the different times he’s asked me that same question. “Are you?”, I counter. He looks away, taking a breath. My throat is dry and my skin is damp with nervous sweat. I know my chestnut hair is unruly, feathered and looking as if I had just gotten out of bed. My heart pounds loudly in my chest.}

^{“Landon.” I snap my eyes up to meet his again. “I want you to promise me something.”, His voice is low and raspy, laced with despair. I nod slowly. “If something happens here… I need to know that…”, He takes a breath, running a hand through his hair. “I want you to run, okay?” He looks back at me. I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?”}

^{“I want you to go back to New York, I want you to forget about me.” There is nothing in his eyes but pain. I shake my head. “I… I can’t…”}

^{“You have to do it, Landon, do you understand? If one of us is going to make it, I want it to be you.”, He says harshly, a vein throbbing in his neck. My heart rate quickens. “No. I won’t promise that.”, I say. “You need to”, he says, shaking his head. “You need to leave here and never come back. Don’t come looking for me either—“}

^{“I won’t do that!”, I cut him off. He shuts his mouth, jaw tense. I take a breath. “If something happens here, it’s either both of us or neither of us.” He stares at me, hard; searching my eyes desperately. A muscle throbs in his jaw and his breathing is uneven. His neck glistens with sweat.}

^{He finally breaks my gaze, looking down. It terrifies me to think that he won’t make it though; that they’ll let me go and not him. “Not everything turns out the way you want it to.”, he says after a few minutes of silence. “Not everything turns out perfect—“}

^{“We can’t think that way. It’ll tear us apart.”, I say. “If that doesn’t, there are a thousand other things that will.” This is how it’s always been; I the optimist and he the pessimist. “What happens if you make it and I don’t?”, I dare to question. His eyes span up to me. “Then I’d die wishing it was me instead of you.”}

^{My heart is in my throat. Warm tears prick at my eyes and I wipe them quickly. “Stop talking like that”, I snap. “Stop it.” He looks taken back by my harsh tone, but he doesn’t say anything. “All I’m saying,”, he begins again. “Is—“}

^{“I know exactly what you’re saying, and I want you to stop saying it!”, my voice sounds high pitched, verging on hysterical. He reaches and takes my hand in his, the rough skin of his palm touching the soft skin of mine. He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand soothingly. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself.}

^{“Just promise me,”, he whispers. “Promise me you’ll stay hidden.” I don’t answer. “Please, Landon,”, he begs. “I need to know.” I swallow and nod. If this is what he needs to hear, then I’ll agree to it. “Say it.”, he pleads. “I’ll stay hidden.”, I whisper. Just as he steps toward me to pull me into and embrace, a fierce pounding sounds and the door next to us is ripped off its hinges.}

[size=32pt]Landon Holmes[/size]

"My mind is a blank canvass, free to be painted on by the sorrows and joys of life."

.:The Outside Of You:.

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.:Nickname{s}:.
None

.:Age:.
22

.:Gender:.
Male

.:Birthday:.
May 14th

.:Nationality:.
Irish, but with an American accent

.:Hair Color:.
Naturally brown, but dyed red.

.:Eye Color:.
Blue

.:Tattoos and Other Body Modifications:.
A tattoo across his whole back (from shoulder to shoulder, middle of his neck down to his hips.)
of a Celtic cross, shark bites (his lip piercings), septum piercing,
gauges/plugs, left eyebrow piercing, and nipple piercings.

.:Weight:.
120

.:Height:.
6 feet 2 inches

.:Bad Habits:.
Biting his nails

.:What's Inside Of You:.

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.:Personality:.
Landon is generally quiet and keeps to himself.
He can be a total sweet heart once you get to know him and will always be a great friend.
Once he finds someone he cares deeply about, he becomes like their guard dog,
always watching out for them and making sure they are safe.
He can be a book worm at times seeings how he owns many romance novels.
Landon is always standing up for what she believes in and
can be hard-headed/stubborn about many things.

.:Precious Items and Such:.
His necklace made with many charms from broken necklaces, bracelets,and rings.

.:Hobbies:.
Painting, drawing, reading, listening to music, and sometimes singing.

.:Just A Little Further Down:.

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