Remember Me

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R e m e m b e r  

M e

 

 

 

Kai has amnesia. And every night he dreams about this nameless face, haunting him, hurting him. 

He needs to remember her. He has to remember her.  




 

Foreword



 

Cold beads of sweat are trickling in his face. He is panting, like he ran miles in his sleep. It is hard for him to breathe, so hard that his chest hurts. His head hurts. He saw her, again.

For months he keeps seeing this angel in his dreams. She is not familiar to him, but he knows he has these strong feelings towards her. He hasn’t decided if they’re positive or negative, but he knows for sure that she was a big part of his life. Or is, still.

 

A year ago, he met an accident. His parents told him he had been asleep for over three months. They were losing hope; they thought he would never wake up. But when their hopelessness reached its peak, when they were about to give up, he opened his eyes. He was finally awake from his long, deep slumber.

The first person he saw was a woman. She was crying, and for some reason he knew that it was because she was overjoyed. Then a man came to him and asked what he was feeling. He remembered himself saying he’s okay. People in white came rushing to the room. They did many things to him, checking his vitals and examining him physically. The results said he was fine. It said everything was normal.

Yes, physically.

He should be happy he had not lost his limbs. He heard his accident was pretty bad. He should be happy along with all the people inside that room. But he couldn’t.

 Because he couldn’t remember.

 

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The first word he said came out like a croak. He turned to the woman that was holding his hand so tightly that he couldn’t feel it anymore. She smiled, anticipating what the person she dearly love would say to her.

“Are you my mother?”

There was a flash of confusion on the woman’s face. He saw her furrow her brows and open as if to speak, but close it again. She let go of his hand and turned away from him, calling the attention of the man from before.

“Do you know him?” the woman asked him as she pulled the man nearer to his bed.

“I supposed he is my father, your husband.” He answered honestly.

She nodded. The man, his supposed father, looked at him in the eye and asked, “Son, do you know my name?”

He did not answer. How could he? Even his own name he did not know.

“I could not remember anything. I’m sorry.”

 

//

 

He had been living his life ever since he woke up as normal as he could. He does not want people to know he lost his memory. He is not proud that he lost a part of him. He despised it. He hates it when he couldn’t remember whether he had read a book he is holding or not. He feels sorry when someone greets him or smiles at him from the crowd because he couldn’t remember their name. He becomes guilty when a friend’s birthday comes and he do not know what to give because he forgot all about them.  

He doesn’t like when people around him was telling him what he was like, what he did, what he wanted. He knows they were just trying to help him get back his memory, but the pity radiated to him was choking him. He feels useless, unable to even remember a single thing,

It was like not knowing his own self at all.

 

He stares at the person he sees in the mirror. He has red swollen eyes, bags underneath. His dark hair is untrimmed and tousled. Somehow, he feels like a stranger to himself. The scars from last year are visible despite the dim light. They might not be as fresh as they once were, but the marks will remain there forever. He sighs, for the nth time. Forever.

Why does his memory takes forever to come back to him? Why must he suffer many sleepless nights and countless vague dreams?

It is true that he already know everything he is supposed to know about himself. What his name is, his parents, his education his friends, the basics. But a part of him feels incomplete. A voice inside his head is searching for something more, a thing he couldn’t put a finger to. His gut is telling him that something is missing.

And when those dreams come to him at night, he always wakes up with a clenched heart. He is hurting. But why?

He want everything to come back, all at once, right now. He could no longer bear to just wonder and let his mind wander to unfamiliar places. He refuse to deal with what-ifs and should-haves for the next years of his extended life.  So he has decided.

Tomorrow, he will start getting some answers. If his memories wouldn’t come to him, he will come to them. He will retrieve what was taken away from him, and when he does, he will make sure he will never lose them again. He will find that something which will complete the emptiness sitting down in his heart.

 

And he will begin that by searching for the girl that is literally in his dreams.

 

 


 


 

 

fishyme
i got my laptop back! last chapters for RM is up! :)

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katawaredokis
#1
Chapter 8: remembering sunday omg
aftermidnight265
#2
Chapter 9: This story is amazing. Sobs
Sandika #3
Chapter 8: Ah, that's why I thought about Remembering Sunday when reading the last paragraph.
Hi there, I like your story anyway <3
opikonew #4
Chapter 8: oh my, this is sooooo broken T.T
taeconda #5
Chapter 9: KAISTAL IS DATING OMG!! OTP CONFIRMED