A/N: ok so another angst-y piece for lolliver. i always liked the idea (for a story anways) of two people loving each other but too scared to admit it, since most stories usually have them admitting it. this story is also kind of poetry-ish and kind of follows Don't forget, but more like the theme of the song (if that makes sense) so listen to it while you read! (and then review :) also, for the last 3 paragraphs, it keeps switching back from he to she. it's not a mistake (:

Don't Forget

She stared at the frame in her hands, the last childhood memory left to be boxed and moved to her dorm. It showed her and Oliver, hands intertwined, eyes locked. A tear silently rolled down her cheeks, landing upon the glass of the frame, protecting what was inside.

If only her world had a glass protection. Miley wouldn't have left when she needed her most. Her dad would have stayed when she begged him not to leave. Mostly, though, Oliver wouldn't have forgotten.

He wouldn't have forgotten the times they snuck out of the house and walked along the beach, watching the waves crash in the darkness. He wouldn't have forgotten the times they skipped 4th period chem to go visit his little brother in the hospital. He wouldn't have forgotten the times they were Lola and Mike, Hannah's adorable entourage. But mostly he wouldn't have forgotten what they had.

He wouldn't have been caught cheating with her former and current enemy, Joannie. He wouldn't have ditched her at prom to get drunk with his lacrosse friends, only to wake up in the arms of his ex. He wouldn't have awoken up to the worst nightmare of his life.

He dazed out of his window, hoping he could frame the memory he so avidly remembered, so that he would have it when he moved to his dorm. It was him and Lilly, their first kiss, his first love. That night during sophomore year, during spring break, the best days of his life. A tear discreetly flowed down his face, ruining his perfect memory. He wished he could live in his memory, protect what was in his mind.

If only his world didn't have to move forward. His brother wouldn't have died, not when he was so young, so full of promise. He wouldn't have done all those drugs, or all the alcohol, when he knew it was only making the problem worse. Mostly, though, Lilly wouldn't have forgotten.

She wouldn't have forgotten those summer days, when they stayed up for hours talking on the phone. She wouldn't have forgotten the days they skipped 6th period British Lit so Lilly wouldn't have to think about her absentee father, an English teacher. She wouldn't have forgotten all the times they were just Oliver and Lilly, the best friends turned lovers. But mostly she wouldn't have forgotten what they had.

She wouldn't have ignored the truth, of how sorry he truly was, when he tried to apologize. She wouldn't have froze him out from the life they were supposed to have. She wouldn't have trapped herself in the worst nightmare of her life.

She turned to the box, setting the picture frame down. He wondered if she still cared. She knew she still did, despite her head screaming no. But he knew what they had was real. She wondered if she would ever find it again.

He walked out of the house, slamming the door. She ran to the car, anxious to leave the memories behind. He still knew how painful it was. She knew senior year was supposed to be special, that she would cherish prom and graduation forever. Now he was only glad it was over.

She sped through the street, wishing it was all gone. He raced to the airport, hoping the memories wouldn't follow him. She screeched her breaks, the light turning red. He stopped short, the light turning red.

She looked up. He saw her. Their eyes locked before each looking away in shame. He forgets, she thought. She doesn't remember, he thought. I'm alone.