Prologue:
I never thought I would go to that place to see him again, I doubt he would even remember my name. But my heart insisted that I should go and I did ignoring the warnings my mind had given me. My mind was right in giving me warnings for the man that I would hate for the rest of my life, had come, he had come…to the place where I would met finally met him after so many years. But things went wrong, horribly wrong, that now I'm bring strolled away on the steeds of time to stop the life now bleeding from me. I never wanted to meet him like this, not when there so many things to say, that have been kept secret for so long. Yet even as I see him right before my eyes, the fact that he couldn't recognize me, made me doubt in tell him the truth, of these emotions that have raged on and on that now I have no control of them.
The pain that I was experiencing as I travel through the vastness of blurred images and distant sounds was excruciating, that my vision blurred with un-control able tears, my lips were chapped and dry, my hair stuck to my face with sweat. I was coming over with a fever, a women tried to cool me down with a cloth, but I felt it useless against my forehead. Suddenly though my clouded mind I found the answer to my tears, tears, I haven't cried since that day, was because I was afraid, a afraid to die, without expressing the emotions I so deeply felt. With an intensely dry throat that burned like fire, and a quick lick of my tongue on the rough surface my lips, I muttered his name, a name he must haven't heard since the day he left me behind unknowingly…Tooru. I said so softly that it must have sounded like internal whiz in the lungs…and the last of my strength to maintain conscious left me…eyes suddenly closing. A flood of the color white filled my mind then it changed filling with colors of a memory, a memory that should have faded, the memory of the day I first met him.
The first time in my life, I didn't exactly know what had happened moments before. One minute I was someplace I should be and the next minute I knew it I was running with a girl I never knew in my life yet somewhere in the depth of my memories told me I had seen and known the girl that laid before me. Yet I couldn't place a name onto the face that stared back at me with blankness in her eyes, the eyes that were color of black pearls.
All I knew that girl had something to do with a man that attacked me, for some reason as well I couldn't remember him either maybe it was because they appeared so suddenly in life. Before I knew it I was by this girl's side racing against the clock as the blood of life slipped away from her. Yet as I continued to study her, I couldn't figure what my mind was trying to get at. The girl was in terrible shape, she was shivering and sweating, her fever was growing rampant, a women continuously tried to keep it down; yet she looked like she really wanted to tell me something by the ways her chapped, dry, brittle, skinned lips kept moving without forming any word audible for me to hear. Suddenly as we approached closer to the double doors, that behind would hopefully give her the breath of life. A voice called out like a leaf rattling in the autumn wind…a name, my name that I hadn't used in years…since. I glanced down immediately at the girl but she was gone, knocked unconscious by the pain. Could it have been that I heard this girl's voice?
Shocked with stillness as the people dressed in white took her away from me, I could help but remember a little of the past life I had left behind so long ago. No, it's couldn't have been anyone I knew, for I abandon my past that consumed me; she couldn't have possible known or said my name. Or did I actually hear that word or was it just my mind? I haven't been this perplexed by a girl ever since I met, that girl with blue-gray eyes, whose name I simply couldn't remember.