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Chapter 2: The View of the Past

Ah...how nice. I could really feel the autumn breeze right through this window. Somehow, it has made a bit calmer, knowing that I still have my sense of touch. What was more amusing is that I seem to have a clear idea of what was happening around me.

Eh? My favorite senses? Ah…that would be really hard. You remember me saying the feel of the ball right? That's gotta be my favorite. In the past, I would never stop practicing until I learned how to toss and receive a ball. It was kind of pathetic I know. And did you know? I didn't have a team to play with! I wasn't part of any volleyball team! Well, there was one, but they were girls, and I got made fun of a lot whenever they see me practice with them. I didn't have a choice!

I had friends but…it's not like they share the same passion as me. You see, what I really want is to be [art of a team. A team whom I can trust and play with. A team who will be there on my side. Yes! It's something that can't be seen or touch. But you can feel it. The sensation of comradeship.

My second favorite one would probably my mother's cooking. Nothing beats her udon, I'm telling you. When you taste it and sprinkle it with chili, you're gonna zoom to the other world. Eh? You don't believe me? Ha. Wait till you taste it. I'm gonna bring you with me when I get home—

Ah right.

I can't go home.

I can't go home anymore.

I can't even move this body at all. It's ridiculous. I know.

Ah…my sister is here. She is holding my hand. I wonder if she has grown a lot. It's been a year. I wish I could have hugged before all of this.

Ah. I feel drops of liquid on my wrist. Is she crying?

I remember, I used to tease her when she was really little. Both of us had the same orange hair. People say she is the female version of me. As a brother, of course that makes me proud. If I can turn things back, I'd really teach her volleyball.

Eh? The past or the future? That's the toughest question you have ever asked you know!

The lad leaned against the wall as he watched the peaceful face. One might even mistake him to be merely sleeping.

A long, long slumber.

"So that's your answer…" The lad muttered, walking beside the white bed.

"Very well."

The lad gave a faint smile and placed his hand over the boy's forehead.

"I shall grant your wish."

And then, I probably chose the past

So that I can become, so I may become a kind person rather than a strong person

So that I understand what "memories" are…

A.N. Yep. This story will have a slow and mellow pace. I hope you can be patient. *sweats* The fluff will come of course, I promise!