It seemed to be a decently nice; the weather was at 25 degrees Celsius there were no clouds in the sky so the rays of the sun pelted you in the face and made you feel good deep inside. The rich fields of wheat gently rustled as the noon wind glided by.
A boy passed by. He was small and very slim and had blond straight hair, just as straight as the wheat itself. It was shoulder length and it swayed as he ran. His hair was so bright from being out in the sun so much that it turned into a much lighter shade of blond. People sometimes would actually question if he actually bleached it or not and yet it looked so natural. The blonde haired boy wore a t-shirt and loose baggy jeans that looked slightly too big for him; the ends of his pants were rolled up and it gave him a moe look.
He was always smiling and he seemed to enjoy anything and everything. He was running along with his dog, which was his best buddy. He was a golden retriever called Frank. He barked happily and enjoyed the field just as much as his boy did.
They ran and with a thud the boy fell on his back onto the wheat. The dog ran to his owner and licked his face multiple times.
"Franku! Don't lick me like that you're tickling me," the bright green eyed boy laughed nonstop as the big beautiful dog continued to lick his master out of pure joy.
They kept running and played catch. The bleach blond haired boy wished that this moment would last but he knew deep down in his innocent heart that his wish wouldn't last because life just doesn't work that way. But we decided to enjoy the moment until he just couldn't anymore.
He looked back to take a glance at the distance, and in the most beautiful part of it all, black smoke ate up the blue color of the sky. For a second, the boy was stunned.
His lively eyes faded to dead green. His smile fell. The dog barked at the dark black clouds. He boy started to panic; he hoped that the smoke wasn't coming from his own home. He ran as quickly as he could towards them. At the other side, he saw even more flames appearing from behind the home, spreading throughout the field towards them. He saw the fire as men who just wanted to abuse and then take advantage of their vulnerable lives before taking it all away.
The boy and the dog were running for their lives as they hurried away from the bright red flames. They managed to escape it. When they got to the boy's house, it was being devoured by hungry flames. The boy couldn't believe his eyes. He felt like a part of him died inside, his innocence taken away from him. He felt like puking; he fell to his knees and placed his hands on his head and let out a loud scream.
The dog whimpered in the back and then ran towards the well. He barked at the boy. He realized what his dog was trying to point out and tried to get the bucket filled with water to try to put out the fire. But his efforts were in vain. The fire went on like an endless nightmare.
The house suddenly shook as well with the barn. The boy's hopes were going downhill. He watched as what was once his home collapsed in front of him and became ashes. The field behind him slowly burnt away. Flames flickered and ate as if they mocked him as he sat and endlessly watched. The reddest of them all towered higher than all the rest and laughed in the boy's face with a huge gigantic grin that would only be satisfied if it finally won and gargled away their lives. His eyes started to form warm tears from the heat which he couldn't keep it in any longer.
"This couldn't be happening...this CAN'T be happening. HOW is this happening?" The boy asked screaming out loud for no one to hear.
The wild flames were soaking the energy right out of the poor boy, like a sponge sucking in water. The blonde felt faint and let his head fall to the ground and the last few faint things he heard was his dog barking a horse coming closer and a person yelling his name out numerously.
The boy then woke up in a light olive green painted room.
'What am I doing here?' he wondered, 'What is this place?'
A brown hair boy came in, by the door. His hair was wavy and had bangs which parted right in the middle and he too had shoulder length hair. He also had green eyes that resembled the colour of bright green grass.
"How are you feeling?" asked the boy who just entered the room with a spare change of clothes.
The blonde tilted his head to the side, showing that he couldn't recognize the other.
"Don't you remember me, Feliks? It's me...Toris," said the brown haired boy.
"F-Feliks?" the blonde pointed to himself, "Is..is that my name?"
Toris was shocked, he was rendered speechless. When he finally snapped out of his he came over to Feliks and gently placed it on his lap and added, "Here you can wear this for now. I mean... it did kinda used to be yours. You gave them to me."
"Thank you," Feliks said and gave the warmest smile to show his gratitude. Toris blushed immediately and fled from the room embarrassed.
Feliks was surprised but he immediately went and started to dress up. The clothes that were given to him fit him perfectly. There was a mirror in one of the corners of the room, so he skipped over to it and checked himself out. He giggled as he pretended that the shirt was a dress and made girly posses. He liked the clothes and he found the shirt utterly cute.
Toris was attracted to the sudden giggles and knocked on the door, "Have you changed? May I come in?"
Feliks turned his head towards the door and chuckled happily, "Yes!"
Toris came in with his head bowed down so that Feliks wouldn't see him blushing, which made him look like a dog with ears flat down and his tail between him legs.
Feliks walked up to him and squatted down looking upwards to try to see Toris' face. "I didn't catch your name. What was it?" Feliks asked curiously.
"Toris," he said plainly.
"Toris~!" sang Feliks.
"How can you be so happy! You just woke up from a monster fire and you're acting like a child who just got his first puppy!" Toris yelled facing the ground and tears forming in his eyes. He sniffled, taking a deep break to relax his nerves a little. "Don't you remember anything? Don't you remember who I am?"
Feliks shuffled away and walked towards the opened window. Toris looked up with his tear filled eyes. Feliks then surprised Toris with his next words; "You know... whatever happened in the past is the past you know. Stop living the past, whatever it may be, and move on. Sure there may be obstacles, but that's what makes life EXCITING!" On the last word Feliks turned around with a great big grin on his face.
Toris ran up to Feliks and hugged him. Toris cried, "I don't know what happened to the old Feliks. But hearing this from you sure doesn't sound like what someone suffering from amnesia would say. But that only shows how special you actually are, Feliks."
Toris cried for a while in Feliks' arms. Every time Toris sobbed Feliks patted his back, which made Toris feel all the more secure.
After that small incident Toris finally got a hold of himself and told the blonde that he wanted to show him something, something very important. So he followed him. When they got there, there was a dog on the table with a pillow under its head. The dog was breathing very slowly, as if he had problems breathing.
Toris came around and pet the dog nicely on his head. The dog was mostly covered in bandages. "Good dog," Toris went on, "you can pet him on the head. Everywhere else might hurt him. He had gone through 3rd degree burns. Do you remember who this is, Feliks?"
Feliks shook his head slowly while looking down at the poor dog.
"This was your best friend of all time," Toris said trying not to cry again, "come pet him. He'll be really happy to see you."
Feliks came over to pet the poor golden retriever. The dog slowly wagged its tail weakly.
"Frank saved your life, you know. When pieces of the house came flying from the explosion after the house collapsed he came and leaped in front of you and saved you from the burns. Frank really loved you as an owner and as a dear friend. He'd do anything for you, even if it would be to take away his own life. What he did... it cost him his life. That's why I wanted to show you him because he doesn't have much time left."
Feliks stared at the dog with his sad eyes.
"And also, I wanted you to see him because you might actually end up remembering something. Do you Feliks, do you remember Frank?"
Feliks slowly without a word shook his head.
"Oh, I see. I've always envied your relationship with Frank because you guys were so close. And I always wanted to have a friend like that for myself. Would you say that, that is wrong of me to think that way, to be jealous?"
"Isn't it human nature to be greedy and jealous?" Feliks asked without lifting up his head as he petted the poor dog.
"Feliks..." Toris said softly, "I never saw you act like this before."
Feliks wanted to hug the dog but he was afraid that it would hurt him. So he just kept petting the dog and rubbing him sometimes behind the ear.
On the machine next to them was the dog's heart beat, it was Toris' and it was to be used for emergency situations. The heart beat was slowly dying out, and without realizing Feliks started to cry, his tears landing on Frank's bandages.
"I don't know why I'm crying. I don't remember him, I don't remember him at all, but it feels as if my heart remembers him..." Feliks said quietly.
The dog's tail slowly stopped waging, and Feliks started to hate himself for not remembering a single thing. When the dog finally let go, Feliks knew that the pain would finally stop for him and that he'd be in a better place. In a place where maybe the old Feliks was so they could be together.
Feliks fell to his knees and grabbed a hold of the table, "Why can't I remember, is there something stopping me from remembering!"
"Feliks... I..."
"Why did I forget?"
Everything went silent; nobody moved an inch for quite a while.
"We should bury him and made a memorial for Frank," Feliks finally said.
"Yes, yes we should..."