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Emms 
She smiled at him as he started to talk. "Oh." she simply said, it must be very private. She then heard him sigh, and he handed the picture to her. She nearly dropped it. Wait.. isn't that someone I know?? she thought. She nodded and checked her blonde hair. Yep, same colour. She then looked at the picture again. That's me, she said.
When he told her, he had found it in his pocket. She doubted that he was a creep. She smiled a sweet smile at him. "Then we must have been very good friends." she said softly, her voice like velvet. She turned the photograph over.. the name Lisette was written on it. My name? she thought. "Lisette." she said. She nodded. "Yes that's my name." she said, almost half unsure. No, it had to be her. Lisette smiled at him. "Thanks for showing it to me. But do you know what the initials there are?" she cried as she pointed to the T.D.C. "Could it be yours?" she asked.
He watched as she took the picture into her slender hands and examined it. There was anxiousness in his eyes as he watched her, waiting for a reaction, hoping dearly she wouldn't slap him in the face and walk off.
But nothing like that happened. Not at all. She was incredibly... sweet about it, flashing the boy a smile that he couldn't help but return, finding her own smiles to be a little contagious to him, and he listened as she assumed that they must've been good friends. "We must've..." he agreed softly, finding himself a little distracted at the moment, just watching her.
But he soon snapped out of it as she came to the conclusion that the name on the back, Lisette, must've been her name. He nodded slightly at this, having come to the same conclusion she did when he'd first seen the photograph. But his mind was still on what might have been happening in the past, before their memories were erased, what kind of friendship he might have had with this girl. It must've been a good one if just the sound of her voice could make him feel so at ease and comfortable, even when he didn't even remember ever meeting her.
His gaze fell back to the photograph as she pointed out the initials 'T.D.C.' "It might be," he guessed as she asked if it could be his initials. "I'm not sure why
I'd sign a photograph of you, though," he added with slightly furrowed brows. "Unless... I don't know, I took the picture or something," he guessed with a shrug.
He allowed a silence to fall between them then, finding difficulty in tearing his brown eyes away from the girl smiling sweetly and twirling around in the photograph. There was such... a glow to her, something he couldn't quite explain. After a few long moments, the boy spoke again, "Would you mind if I... kept it?" he asked a little hesitantly, his gaze returning to the girl beside him. "I understand if it's weird, I just..." he simply trailed off then, not really sure how to justify this. He just wanted this picture; he wanted to be able to see her face smiling so brightly at him whenever he wanted. And it was strange since he didn't really know the girl anymore, but... that was just the way he felt. He needed to keep her around.