Althea’s point of view

We were very happy of course that Ryan didn’t die but I was sorrowful when I learned that he had amnesia. I wanted so much to come with the three of them when they decided to fly to where Ryan was but I was having my first ever art gallery the next day. I was sad Ryan wasn’t there to be happy with me.

I’ve sold a number of paintings when Brendon called me and said that Ryan remembered them. When I asked him if he remembered me, he said in a voice so soft that I almost didn’t hear that he didn’t. All of them tried but to no success; I went home after that feeling sick. I wanted to cry.

I told myself that Ryan wasn’t crying over anymore. I’ve cried for him twice before but that was it. Enough is enough. Since then, I tried my hardest to move on. I even got myself a few suitors and finally a boyfriend. His name was Lee but his mom’s the only one who’s Chinese.

Lee was his parents’ only child. I met him on another art gallery but he was never anything like my Ryan. I thought I would learn to love Lee through the years for he was always there for me but I proved myself wrong when he asked finally if I would marry him. I gave him a heartbreaking no.

When Brendon invited me to go on tour with them for they were promoting their new album, I agreed to go with them but I had already long forgotten about my hope of Ryan remembering me. Spencer and Jon were very happy about it. They treated me like family so I do the same too.