The Accident

"Princess, Don't you remember me?" An Irish accent filled my ears but my eyes didn't recognize the handsome, cute blonde haired blue eyed boy before me. He held my hand with love his gentle touch, made me realise I was important to him, his eyes searched mine in desperation.
I gave him a blank stare instead of answering his question, and he knew the answer without me even speaking as he gently let my hand fall to my side again. (On Hold)