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What Used To Be
Chapter Three
It was about eleven when I woke to the annoying jingle of the phone, ringing loudly in my ears. "Mhmm..." I yawned sleepily before quickly fumbling with the phone, "Hello?"
"Omi...? It's me Ken... Were you asleep? Sorry if I woke you up... But... I had this dream last night. And you were hurt... We were fighting these people or something..." He said rapidly, obviously extremely excited about remembering something, even if it was from a dream. "And we killed them... But you got hurt..." His voice trailed off, and I could feel my breath stop. I did this. I should have just left him alone. And now he was remembering... "Were we... Murderers?"
I couldn't lie to him...I loved him... And I wanted him to remember more than anything... But I'd rather his happiness than mine... "Uhm... Ken-kun. Don't try and remember. Some things are better left alone." Or so Manx said... Something I hadn't believed until now.
"But Omi! I want to know who I was..." He said, his tone confused. "No Ken, you don't. Believe me, some things are better left forgotten. I know from experience...Bye, Ken-kun," I whispered, clicking off the phone. God, that had hurt. My heart ached, as the crystalline tears overwhelmed me, and I couldn't keep it back any longer. I burst into sobs, as I fell back into my bed. "Ken... I'm sorry... So sorry..." I whispered, through the sobs, as I curled up into my own protective ball.
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I didn't even remember when I fell asleep, but I slept for most of the day, but even when I woke my face was still damp with the tears I'd shed in the morning... I brushed them away, as this mornings conversation with Ken drifted back. "I'm not going to cry..." I mumbled sitting up, and running a hand through my hair.
I sighed, pulling myself out of bed, and wondering if my employer had noticed my absence today. But at the moment, I was beyond caring, even if I lost my job. As I glanced in the mirror, it was pretty obvious I had cried through my sleep. My face had tear stains still and was red from rubbing them away. My hair was a mess... I looked awful...
"Omi-kun?" A voice called, as Cherry knocked on the door. "You didn't show up for work today, I heard.. Are you feeling alright?" She asked, her tone concerned. Why try and lie about it anymore? I'd tried to be happy for long enough. I was not up to pretending I was fine.
"No." I said softly. "I'm not alright." She sighed, "Well someone named Ken left four messages on our machine..." She said, stepping into my room. "Something happen with lover boy?" I glared at her, but didn't respond. "How about I make you some chicken noodle soup, kay?" She asked, smiling. She'd spent seven years in America and often made me American dinners, when she felt like cooking. I smiled appreciatively, "Thanks Cherry." I knew it wouldn't help but it felt nice that she was putting in the effort to at least try to make me feel better.
She came back a few moments later a bowl of soup in her hands. "Here..." she said smiling and handing it to me. "Thanks..." I said quietly, sipping the soup. "So.. Omi, are you can tell me what's wrong now?" She asked, smiling at me as she sat down on the bed and motioned for me to do the same.
"I couldn't let Ken remember..." I said trying to keep my voice even, as I spoke. Cherry blinked, whatever she had been expecting it obviously wasn't that. "Why didja do that?!" She asked, giving me a look, as if to say 'You're sooo nuts.'
"Because... I love him. I don't want him to get hurt. It would be painful for him to remember... He'd be happier not knowing, he killed people..."
Cherry smiled, "God, you're so damn naïve Omi... Would you want to forget?" I shook my head slowly. "Then what the hell makes you think Ken would?!" She demanded, rolling her eyes at me.
"Maybe he doesn't... But wouldn't it be better this way?" I countered, sighing.
Cherry sighed. "You're so hopeless... You know as well as me what you're doing is unfair to both you and Ken... So right this second you're getting dressed and going to meet him, got it?" She said, giving me a playful shove, "Don't forget to clean yourself up too. You look awful," she winked before closing the door behind her.
I washed my face with warm water and brushed my hair, trying to look at least a bit more presentable, before changing into a pair of khaki shorts and a green tank top. At least I didn't look like I'd been crying for hours, anymore I thought as I exited the bathroom. "You can borrow my car..." She called tossing the keys at me. "Be a good boy though and be back my ten." She said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at her, "See ya." Cherry drove a black corvette... I rarely rode in cars though, so this wasn't going to be the most enjoyable experience. I preferred the open aired motorcycles by a long shot.
In the car, even with the delays of me not really being the best driver out there, it still took lest than ten minutes to arrive at the restaurant Ken worked at.
What Used To Be
Chapter Three
It was about eleven when I woke to the annoying jingle of the phone, ringing loudly in my ears. "Mhmm..." I yawned sleepily before quickly fumbling with the phone, "Hello?"
"Omi...? It's me Ken... Were you asleep? Sorry if I woke you up... But... I had this dream last night. And you were hurt... We were fighting these people or something..." He said rapidly, obviously extremely excited about remembering something, even if it was from a dream. "And we killed them... But you got hurt..." His voice trailed off, and I could feel my breath stop. I did this. I should have just left him alone. And now he was remembering... "Were we... Murderers?"
I couldn't lie to him...I loved him... And I wanted him to remember more than anything... But I'd rather his happiness than mine... "Uhm... Ken-kun. Don't try and remember. Some things are better left alone." Or so Manx said... Something I hadn't believed until now.
"But Omi! I want to know who I was..." He said, his tone confused. "No Ken, you don't. Believe me, some things are better left forgotten. I know from experience...Bye, Ken-kun," I whispered, clicking off the phone. God, that had hurt. My heart ached, as the crystalline tears overwhelmed me, and I couldn't keep it back any longer. I burst into sobs, as I fell back into my bed. "Ken... I'm sorry... So sorry..." I whispered, through the sobs, as I curled up into my own protective ball.
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I didn't even remember when I fell asleep, but I slept for most of the day, but even when I woke my face was still damp with the tears I'd shed in the morning... I brushed them away, as this mornings conversation with Ken drifted back. "I'm not going to cry..." I mumbled sitting up, and running a hand through my hair.
I sighed, pulling myself out of bed, and wondering if my employer had noticed my absence today. But at the moment, I was beyond caring, even if I lost my job. As I glanced in the mirror, it was pretty obvious I had cried through my sleep. My face had tear stains still and was red from rubbing them away. My hair was a mess... I looked awful...
"Omi-kun?" A voice called, as Cherry knocked on the door. "You didn't show up for work today, I heard.. Are you feeling alright?" She asked, her tone concerned. Why try and lie about it anymore? I'd tried to be happy for long enough. I was not up to pretending I was fine.
"No." I said softly. "I'm not alright." She sighed, "Well someone named Ken left four messages on our machine..." She said, stepping into my room. "Something happen with lover boy?" I glared at her, but didn't respond. "How about I make you some chicken noodle soup, kay?" She asked, smiling. She'd spent seven years in America and often made me American dinners, when she felt like cooking. I smiled appreciatively, "Thanks Cherry." I knew it wouldn't help but it felt nice that she was putting in the effort to at least try to make me feel better.
She came back a few moments later a bowl of soup in her hands. "Here..." she said smiling and handing it to me. "Thanks..." I said quietly, sipping the soup. "So.. Omi, are you can tell me what's wrong now?" She asked, smiling at me as she sat down on the bed and motioned for me to do the same.
"I couldn't let Ken remember..." I said trying to keep my voice even, as I spoke. Cherry blinked, whatever she had been expecting it obviously wasn't that. "Why didja do that?!" She asked, giving me a look, as if to say 'You're sooo nuts.'
"Because... I love him. I don't want him to get hurt. It would be painful for him to remember... He'd be happier not knowing, he killed people..."
Cherry smiled, "God, you're so damn naïve Omi... Would you want to forget?" I shook my head slowly. "Then what the hell makes you think Ken would?!" She demanded, rolling her eyes at me.
"Maybe he doesn't... But wouldn't it be better this way?" I countered, sighing.
Cherry sighed. "You're so hopeless... You know as well as me what you're doing is unfair to both you and Ken... So right this second you're getting dressed and going to meet him, got it?" She said, giving me a playful shove, "Don't forget to clean yourself up too. You look awful," she winked before closing the door behind her.
I washed my face with warm water and brushed my hair, trying to look at least a bit more presentable, before changing into a pair of khaki shorts and a green tank top. At least I didn't look like I'd been crying for hours, anymore I thought as I exited the bathroom. "You can borrow my car..." She called tossing the keys at me. "Be a good boy though and be back my ten." She said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at her, "See ya." Cherry drove a black corvette... I rarely rode in cars though, so this wasn't going to be the most enjoyable experience. I preferred the open aired motorcycles by a long shot.
In the car, even with the delays of me not really being the best driver out there, it still took lest than ten minutes to arrive at the restaurant Ken worked at.