Our Summertime Record
A/N: This story is going to take a while to finish, mainly because of school and such. I appreciate any feedback you have to give me! Thank you and hope you enjoy!
It's kind of funny, isn't it? The world we live in, this world that we both love and hate, is always changing. Nothing ever stays the same. No matter what we do, no matter how strong our wills are, we cannot prevent the inevitable. Seasons come and go, time moves on. The only thing we can do in times like this is live on. Remember the moments we had, both good and bad, and cherish them forever…
There's just one problem with that. Some memories cannot be cherished. Some memories are infused with hatred and pain, filled to the point where it would be better to forget them.
I, myself, have lived through memories that I wish I could forget. These memories are painful, terribly so. The only thing I long for in this world is to go back in time; redo the past and make those hurtful memories become ones of peace and amity. It's obvious that I can't do that. No one has the ability to do that. If someone did, they would have already changed the past. They would have changed it long ago.
Longing for the past, it brings back sorrow and nostalgia at the same time. My memory was never perfect to be honest. That's why I'm writing this down now. That's why I draw in my sketchbook. I don't want to remember it all, but if I forget any of it, any at all, it would mean disrespecting my friends and all that we've been through.
This is the first entry of my journal. My name is Haruka. Haruka Kokonose. This is the start of my recounts; the start of my Summertime Record.
I let out a sigh as I closed my notebook, resting it on my lap. A nurse was pushing the wheelchair I was sitting on up a grassy hill at the back of the hospital. I've been here for a while. As we reached the crest of the hill, a rolling sea of green underneath an astonishingly perfect, blue sky, was revealed. Letting out a sigh of contentedness, I nodded at the nurse and she left with a smile.
"If only the others… could see this…" I mumbled to myself. Ever since the incident with my friends, the weather had been exceptionally nice; as though it were mocking their misfortune. This world is just too cruel.