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“ They definitely are, you always were one to be quite the gentleman, but you also liked to keep to yourself.” Liz had the experience of knowing Max when we were kids, we remembered the day we met on the playground, where we locked eyes as kids, we changed the headphones to listen to a song, as we sat in the sandbox. No memories wouldn’t change the loyal instincts Max Evans had. And I nodded with a grin, because Max was selfless, he loyal, he wanted to believe in a better place. Liz was the one who found herself following her idiotic stubborn nature. 

As our hands locked together, a spark came through her fingertips, with a boost the female had found herself sitting in the passenger's seat. And she offered a grateful smile. “ I doubt you’re gonna cause an injury I mean you might trip but I promise to catch your fall.” A sparkle in her eyes now, as the door closed. All the wounds closed shut; even if tonight was our swan song, a last evening and if Max decided our relationship wasn’t worth that hassle, I’d accept it, but as much as he always feared he held me back, he was my muse, my motivation to move forward, to study the new findings, and memory or not; he was a wonderful guy; I wouldn’t want to let go of. Once the male was situated in the seat and the truck’s engine moved on, I leaned back in the seat with complete comfort. “ From the outside it does look small it’s easy to forget.” A joke on her lips, as she smile more focused on the man driving than the roads, than the ride home pending our departure from each other.

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It would seem that we did. [I nodded while flashing her a charming smile. Liz was right about that. The weather here was unpredictable, at best. One minute it was raining, the next it was sunshine, and in the one after that, it was so windy you were having to hang on to your cowboy hats so they didn't blow away. The weather tonight though was perfect. In fact, so far this whole day was fairly perfect. You know, minus the lingering awkwardness looming between us over the fact that my memories... or more accurately, the lack thereof were still messing with my head] Let's hope it keeps up for the dance tonight. Otherwise we might have to hold on to our cowboy hats while keeping up with the beat of the song. [I joked in reply before adding] I have enough trouble remembering the dance steps of some of these line dances, so I know having to hold onto my hat while trying to remember them will just throw me way off. That said, if I accidentally step on your feet, I send my heartfelt apologies. [I further joked as I spoke. Again, just trying to do what I could to keep things light and airy between us] Just in case, might be wise on your part to wear some steel-toed boots to the dance tonight. Your toes and my measure of guilt and pride would both be grateful, I'm sure. [I teased lightly]

[ofblazingheroic]

" When our clues leave us stumped, we lean on each other, a team." @canhealorharm

[ofblazingheroic]

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[ofblazingheroic]

Liz was feeling cautiously optimistic when it came to Max Evans. It scared her that she may be tossing her heart in the line of fire. That Max had the ability to hurt her; but she also knows the history. All the times she had allowed the science to absorb her. Her focus was on the science what she was able to count on. But Max he was a smooth talker, the charm heavily on his shoulders now. As that smile of mine continued to trace upon my lips. Tilting my head up with ease, a soft giggle leaving my lips. “ Someone is pulling the charm I see, I mean I don’t want to be cocky or anything but my reviews are seller with my company.” Obviously kidding; but it was nice to laugh. 

It was nice to be able to ease up around each other; the pressure of our love story in the rearview, Liz was open to the idea of getting to know this Max, even if she was convinced the only reason he decided to show up today was at a means of pleasing Isobel who was probably urging him to be here. But she also noted his smile, the confident one as he continued our little joke about shoes. “ I mean, I like to think we all improve meaning, you cant still have two left feet.” The outfit was already forming in her head, a official date with Max Evans, the boy who occupied her every thought; that made the lines blurry for her. As the mean arrived to his truck, she watched his hand slowly and she placed her hand in his own. Not because she needed help, but because she wanted to feel his hand in hers one last time. Once her boots hit the mat in the truck she released his hand. “ I know your memories are tough right now, but you know we live above the diner, so yeah you can pick me up there.” Her hand teasingly ran over his cheek for a brief second before she wore that cheesy grin of hers. 

Hopes and dreams a new version of us.

@ofblazingheroic

It would seem that we did. [I nodded while flashing her a charming smile. Liz was right about that. The weather here was unpredictable, at best. One minute it was raining, the next it was sunshine, and in the one after that, it was so windy you were having to hang on to your cowboy hats so they didn't blow away. The weather tonight though was perfect. In fact, so far this whole day was fairly perfect. You know, minus the lingering awkwardness looming between us over the fact that my memories... or more accurately, the lack thereof were still messing with my head] Let's hope it keeps up for the dance tonight. Otherwise we might have to hold on to our cowboy hats while keeping up with the beat of the song. [I joked in reply before adding] I have enough trouble remembering the dance steps of some of these line dances, so I know having to hold onto my hat while trying to remember them will just throw me way off. That said, if I accidentally step on your feet, I send my heartfelt apologies. [I further joked as I spoke. Again, just trying to do what I could to keep things light and airy between us] Just in case, might be wise on your part to wear some steel-toed boots to the dance tonight. Your toes and my measure of guilt and pride would both be grateful, I'm sure. [I teased lightly]

[ofblazingheroic]

Muscle memory; our outing, any second of seeing Max smile, of feeling those simple nerve wrecking butterflies in the pit of her stomach it was all memory. Each time she felt his eyes on her; it was like the goosebumps rose up on her skin. As complicated and messy as his wreck of memories were; she still felt seen, safe with him. And perhaps his dance moves would be smooth like a muscle memory. And she remembered how awkward a young Max evans was, he had that boyish grin, some might even say he was loner kept to himself, sat at the edge of his truck with a book, but she always thought it was cute, his features brighten up when she said hello. 

“ Something tells me you underestimate yourself Max, now I’ll wear those steel toed boots just in case you happen to misstep.” Now she was teasing, to keep that airy polite conversation written in the air. Liz trusted him with her life; and no she’d never take any harm form him intentionally. And yeah this outing was sweet, it was nice to notice the effort he was trying to give me, and my smile should’ve spoken volumes for him. But here we go, “ No, I think I’m good, besides if we stay too long, by tonight you may be sick of me.” 

Sick of my company, my lame jokes, or noticing how i’m way too smart, and tend to lose the concept of time of making small talk. But seeing as we had plans for dinner, to the dance tonight she was feeling more than content on her own. “ Look at you, the gentleman I knew you be Max Evans.” A sing along tone now, as she glanced over her shoulder, it was a yes to a dive home, any lingering time she had with him, it was yes. Liz missed this quality time; even if it was us recreating new memories.

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It would seem that we did. [I nodded while flashing her a charming smile. Liz was right about that. The weather here was unpredictable, at best. One minute it was raining, the next it was sunshine, and in the one after that, it was so windy you were having to hang on to your cowboy hats so they didn't blow away. The weather tonight though was perfect. In fact, so far this whole day was fairly perfect. You know, minus the lingering awkwardness looming between us over the fact that my memories... or more accurately, the lack thereof were still messing with my head] Let's hope it keeps up for the dance tonight. Otherwise we might have to hold on to our cowboy hats while keeping up with the beat of the song. [I joked in reply before adding] I have enough trouble remembering the dance steps of some of these line dances, so I know having to hold onto my hat while trying to remember them will just throw me way off. That said, if I accidentally step on your feet, I send my heartfelt apologies. [I further joked as I spoke. Again, just trying to do what I could to keep things light and airy between us] Just in case, might be wise on your part to wear some steel-toed boots to the dance tonight. Your toes and my measure of guilt and pride would both be grateful, I'm sure. [I teased lightly]

[ofblazingheroic]

@canhealorharm

" Each time, I knew I'd fall back into your arms."

[ofblazingheroic]

The real cowboy charm, the southern charm shell I say, Chivalrous, the hero complex, the nice guy who wanted to go out of his way to assist. Liz had memories, ones that played a pivotal point in her life, why she was on edge in Roswell, why she didn’t trust herself. Or him, each time we had found each other again, believing our timing was right; either Max slipped up and hurt me or I was the one slipping up. Our history wasn’t glorious, it was messy, heartbreaking at times. But ultimately Max made me believe in fate, the starts of what love was. Liz knew him losing his memories probably should’ve been the sign to leave again, to walk away. 

But it was Max Evens the same guy who sat with her outside the high school on prom night, to cheer her up, the same man who offered to take her to look at biology insects, the same boy we danced by his truck in high school. Liz’s heart ached for him, couldn’t walk away even if she tried. “ Practically, you truly display the real southern charm around here.” I said with a playful wink. I knew Max, the dipping of the hat, the smile that left me beaming ear to ear. Liz knew how messy this was, but if new memories is all she had left; she’d make the most of it with him. As for those dancing, a low laugh left her lips dipping her head upward to meet his soulful eyes. 

“ Well I mean, I did teach you in High school, and last I checked you knew how to move last time, so let’s hope your feet can keep up.” A teasing notion on my part, Liz remembered teaching him to slow dance, it was the end of high school, I was gearing up to run away, on my around the world adventure. And Max, I knew him, the way he looked at him; he would’ve come with me. But deep down I was terrified of what I felt when I was with him. 

But now was another time, another circumstance, another life for us.

@ofblazingheroic

It would seem that we did. [I nodded while flashing her a charming smile. Liz was right about that. The weather here was unpredictable, at best. One minute it was raining, the next it was sunshine, and in the one after that, it was so windy you were having to hang on to your cowboy hats so they didn't blow away. The weather tonight though was perfect. In fact, so far this whole day was fairly perfect. You know, minus the lingering awkwardness looming between us over the fact that my memories... or more accurately, the lack thereof were still messing with my head] Let's hope it keeps up for the dance tonight. Otherwise we might have to hold on to our cowboy hats while keeping up with the beat of the song. [I joked in reply before adding] I have enough trouble remembering the dance steps of some of these line dances, so I know having to hold onto my hat while trying to remember them will just throw me way off. That said, if I accidentally step on your feet, I send my heartfelt apologies. [I further joked as I spoke. Again, just trying to do what I could to keep things light and airy between us] Just in case, might be wise on your part to wear some steel-toed boots to the dance tonight. Your toes and my measure of guilt and pride would both be grateful, I'm sure. [I teased lightly]

[ofblazingheroic]

@canhealorharm

[ofblazingheroic]

Liz was confident in herself, she was smart and she didn’t want to come off as too confident here, but she was pretty. She could be more of a science nerd, hints how her mind extra hard to find a solution to bring Max back. And yeah a part of her bubbly attitude was gone because plans never go as planned. Sometimes we’re disappointed and let down. But she was trying extra hard to be impress worthy, to be easy breezy. Despite those insecurities that nearly knocked her out. But this was Max, the same boy who danced with her on the back of his truck. The same boy who sat with her on the swings prom night, and shared shakespeare to her; an insight, the boy who inspired her to leave this town. The only regret she had was leaving him. 

His smile, his witty attitude was contagious, and the way he spoke, she felt those easy flutters in her chest. Memory or not this was Max, the gentleman, the boy who stole her heart all those years ago. “ As you should, I also have this annoying ability to be right.” And when it came to the night ahead; I was confident we’d have fun, we’d laugh rain or shine. Or clear skies in our case. “ I’ll be saving all the best dances for you Max Evans.” A sparkle in her eyes, as he bent his cowboy hat in her favor, and she had to laugh in amusement. “ Aren’t you just Chivalrous? And they said chivalrous was dead.” I added as I slowly walked along the stones. Liz was light on her feet, she was able to move gracefully in boots, dresses but the idea of Max saving her ass left her body feeling warm inside. She couldn’t shake that smile, enough to where she felt like a blush may be creeping up on her now. 

“ Oh Max Evans, as sweet as that offer is, you were always the one who kept me on my toes in our dances, I think once you move those feet, it’ll come back to your naturally.” Supportive, a smile that stayed creased against her lips.

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It would seem that we did. [I nodded while flashing her a charming smile. Liz was right about that. The weather here was unpredictable, at best. One minute it was raining, the next it was sunshine, and in the one after that, it was so windy you were having to hang on to your cowboy hats so they didn't blow away. The weather tonight though was perfect. In fact, so far this whole day was fairly perfect. You know, minus the lingering awkwardness looming between us over the fact that my memories... or more accurately, the lack thereof were still messing with my head] Let's hope it keeps up for the dance tonight. Otherwise we might have to hold on to our cowboy hats while keeping up with the beat of the song. [I joked in reply before adding] I have enough trouble remembering the dance steps of some of these line dances, so I know having to hold onto my hat while trying to remember them will just throw me way off. That said, if I accidentally step on your feet, I send my heartfelt apologies. [I further joked as I spoke. Again, just trying to do what I could to keep things light and airy between us] Just in case, might be wise on your part to wear some steel-toed boots to the dance tonight. Your toes and my measure of guilt and pride would both be grateful, I'm sure. [I teased lightly]

[ofblazingheroic]

The weather in New Mexico was unpredictable. It was full of sunshine, it was full of rain give or take. Liz had woken up everyday in this town, besides the time she spent away, with her ambition, her muse to discover herself. The app said one weather of the day, and the events of that day spoke a whole other mood. So she had to laugh with her own intrusion of the weather. And given the pending dance tonight, she was hoping for clear skies, no rain.

But her wishful thinking on that one. Ranking her head back to take in his charming smile, the one that constantly brought her back to the high school days, his boyish grin, the tender expression of care he wore. Boots hitting the send of the fairground, as she basked in the delightfulness, the comforting of his presence. “ Yeah, and last time I had to hold a hat while dancing, it ended with my clumsy ass falling, not a habit I want to keep.” A toothy grin on her part. No that didn’t happened, but Liz wanted to muse onto his thoughts, joke, be able to be carefree with the other, tease each other, now when it came to her outfit for the night; she had boots, just not steel toed ones.. That felt out there, with his sense of humor. Using her hand to pat his arm friendly manner, she added. “ I’ve got the perfect boots just in case, don’t worry about our crazy weather, it could rain or shine, and i’d have a good time, even if I fell and humiliated myself..” Okay maybe Liz was aiming to impress.

Her point was; she didn’t care if it rained if it meant she had one dance with Max Evans, the guy who made her spin on a cloud, the guy she’d always love memories or not.

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It would seem that we did. [I nodded while flashing her a charming smile. Liz was right about that. The weather here was unpredictable, at best. One minute it was raining, the next it was sunshine, and in the one after that, it was so windy you were having to hang on to your cowboy hats so they didn't blow away. The weather tonight though was perfect. In fact, so far this whole day was fairly perfect. You know, minus the lingering awkwardness looming between us over the fact that my memories... or more accurately, the lack thereof were still messing with my head] Let's hope it keeps up for the dance tonight. Otherwise we might have to hold on to our cowboy hats while keeping up with the beat of the song. [I joked in reply before adding] I have enough trouble remembering the dance steps of some of these line dances, so I know having to hold onto my hat while trying to remember them will just throw me way off. That said, if I accidentally step on your feet, I send my heartfelt apologies. [I further joked as I spoke. Again, just trying to do what I could to keep things light and airy between us] Just in case, might be wise on your part to wear some steel-toed boots to the dance tonight. Your toes and my measure of guilt and pride would both be grateful, I'm sure. [I teased lightly]

[ofblazingheroic]

@canhealorharm

[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.

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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.

[ofblazingheroic]

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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@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]

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.

[ofblazingheroic]

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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@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 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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@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.