Imaginary Notes part 17

Two weeks had passed and Sebastian could not regain anything special.
It was their walk for the second time in that week and Sebastian made sure they used different route, but Vanz just never ran out of words to say.
"That's..."
"The place we bought our most expensive wine," he said--truly remember somehow about that.
A smile spread over Vanz's face, but Sebastian knew it was still no good.
"Let's take the bus home," he said, and Vanz nodded.
The bus was almost empty, and an earphone slipped into his ear before he even asks for one. "Your favorite, hearing from right ear. You always borrow it from me," she smiled as she turned on the song.
For all intents and purposes, he was still just walking around with a girl he'd met less than a month ago, a girl who looked as though she was holding in untold volumes of comfort and affection because he knew, he knew she was still little more than a stranger.
A song played and Vanz gasped. "This is our old theme song."
And that pissed Sebastian off like nothing else to not knowing what was she talking about--this song was just Yesung's solo song--so he tried again, harder this time, to search his memory for Vanz, for anything, anything.
"Erm, Senior Vanz?" he began as they started on the way back to the right station. "I have a headache again."
This time Vanz didn't respond, just gazed out the window and exhaled slowly.

“Senior Vanz, what are you doing?” Sebastian asked when he found Vanz at the audio room, in front of the piano.
“I’m making songs,” Vanz answered slowly.
“Really? I don’t know you make songs! What kind of song?” Sebastian asked cheerfully.
Vanz froze.
I love you, she thought, was a pretty phrase.
Many people, Vanz thought, love her. Her family, friends and fans all love her for different reasons. It was just that the number of times these three words have been uttered in her lifetime didn't add up. Or perhaps it did add up, and the problem lies with Vanz whose memories are fading away.
It was not fading away like Sebastian, she assured herself. She would not, ever, forget all the memories of her and everyone.
But maybe it was because she tried too hard on thinking about it, that she should not have think too much because he would remember eventually. Or maybe it was the fact that she was too tired of waiting, that she used up all her strength to make a certain someone remember her.
What sin had she committed that she need to be punished this way?
“It's okay,” she imagined Sebastian whispered, soft and sweet in her ear, arms surrounding her like a blanket of support. “It's going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Stop crying.”
It had never slipped out of Sebastian’s lips like she wanted it to be, and she couldn’t ask for better when Sebastian hugged her. It was more than enough.
But the sobs that escape her lips now weren't just for him, weren't just for lost memories of ‘I love you’s and laughter, happiness and smiles.
“Stop crying, Vanz,” again, she imagined Sebastian sounds alarmed and a little upset. “I told you not to bottle up your emotions like this.” His arms tighten the slightest bit around Vanz, hands fluttering down her back to find a suitable spot to soothe her. Vanz tucks her face into Sebastian's neck and breathes in her scent, sweat and cologne and Sebastian mixed together.
She was depressed, imagining about what Sebastian would do if he remembered had drove her nuts. But it never happened the way she planned it to be, as Sebastian just froze there, hugging her for support.
It's going to be alright, Vanz thought sarcastically, and started laughing.
Unstoppable.
Painful.
Unbearable.
Her cheeks are glistening with tears, her stomach hurts. Vanz thought she's going to die from lack of oxygen.
Sebastian remains in his position, legs spread awkwardly to allow Vanz on his lap, one hand on the small of Vanz's back. “Senior Vanz,” he's muttering. “Senior Vanz, what's wrong?”
Vanz laughs harder.

"Sebastian," a soft, low voice called him.
Sebastian turned around to find his younger brother, Reo, standing right behind him. "Yes?"
"I have a favor to ask you."