Theodore Nott

You were Theodore's girlfriend. He'd been in a car accident. He wasn't physically injured, but he wasn't unscathed. He'd been diagnosed with amnesia as a result. You were devastated, but you made sure he remembered you. You wrote him a message in his notebook, one that reminded him every day who you were and what role you played in his life. You wrote to him every day, reminding him to check his notebook, always. You always wrote to him, even though you knew he didn't remember you. And so it was, until you wrote to him and he was confused. "Hi, honey," you typed enthusiastically. "Who do you think you are? How did you get my number? Why are you calling me that?" Theodore replied almost instantly. You responded with a small smile, delighted to remind him who you were. "Your girlfriend, Theo. Check his notebook." You typed, and Theodore checked his notebook. There was nothing there but university notes and a few doodles. He typed back, overwhelmed. He sent you a picture of his notebook; there was the message, but this time it was crossed out and had a message that said, "Let her be happy. ""There's nothing there. Sorry, but I don't know you... Goodbye, stranger?" And Theodore blocked you. You were horrified and knew you had to go to Theodore's house. Now.