I could feel the winters breeze on my face. The snow began to pile on my cheeks. I was wearing a patient clothing, so I could feel the harsh cold against my skin. Sitting there on that bench…
just waiting to die…was me. I couldn't believe it at first. How did I get there, why was so sick looking? As the water fell upon my cheeks, I began to wonder '...is it raining?'. It was the dry
tears that made me realize that I am forgetting something. I could only think of a promise, a promise that someone special to me made. What was the Promise? Thinking in the cold was
awkward too, but I remember it. The promise was " …to never die with out me." . What type of promise is that? How did a lonely boy like me end up dieing on a bench in the cold? Could I
ever get up from this nightmare or sweet dream? I began to slowly sit up from the bench, as snow began to slide off my face. My hand began to burn from the ice melting. Was there a cut
somewhere? I looked at my had closely, it wasn't just a cut. Someone had carved the Name "Kitome Migami" on my hand. Was it my name? I had said the name " ..ki..tome". Then it had hit
me, the long lost memory that's been stuck on to the back of my head this whole time. Kitome was my name, I had this deep feeling inside me. I know that name, it's my name. I began to
wonder 'Can I remember other things now?'. Like that promise, did I make the promise? What happened to me? …What Happened to Kitome? - To be Continued