note: this is an old story i made about a year a go, i found it in my old USB stick, read it again and edit some part, and voila!^^

Only hope

It was storm in Seoul two years a go that brings me into this situation. I am a Korean girl but in my entire life I never live in Seoul, I came to Seoul for holiday but then the storm came and I was reported missing.

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It was a cold night, I’m soaked in rain and my head bleeding, I feel like my eyes couldn’t see anything properly, my head hurts, my stomach hurts, I can’t even feel my legs, maybe I’d die now…

But who am i?

Where I am?

…

the sun rays get into my eyes so sharply

maybe its not sun, maybe it’s the light of heaven

maybe I died already

I smiled, death is a good choice since I was suffer from cold and hunger.

“You’re awake??”

I tried to open my eyes.

A guy walked towards me and quickly checking on my temperature.

“The fever’s gone.” He smiled.

I sighed, I’m not dead yet?

“Where is it?” I asked my I found my voice hoarse.

“This is my house, you passed out near here, I want to bring you to hospital but you don’t have ID and I don’t have money to be your guard.” He shrugged.

“Why am I…?”

He look at me.

“You passed out, I think its because of the storm several days a go.”

“Storm?”

“Yes… you don’t know?”

I shook my head, “Ouch!” I touch the left side of my head, “it hurts…”

That guy look a bit taken a back when he asked, “What’s your name?”

I paused, “I’m—“

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m—“ I couldn’t remember it. What the hell? Who am i? I tried to remember what happened, and flashes came to me.

A plane, I laughed with some girls but I couldn’t recall their faces, loud music…

“I knew it!” he murmured.

“What?”

“You lost your memory??” he asked.

“I don’t know… wait… I can remember something.”

“Tell me!” he's excited.

“Water…” I hold my head.

“It’s the water of storm?”

“No, it’s a blue serene water…”

“Pool? Sea?”

“Ah!” my head hurts as I tried to remember.

“Stop stop… Okay, don’t try to remember anything yet, it will make you confuse.” He said.

I sighed, this is so weird cause I feel okay, I know I have those memories but I just can’t remember it and it’s so annoying.

“Wanna eat something?” he asked.

Yes! Please! I’m so hungry, I didn’t remember when was the last time I eat something.

I nodded.

He brought a bowl of soup and feed me slowly.

“Uhmm… sorry…” I said.

“Oh sorry, was I too fast?” he asked.

“No… its actually too slow.” I said, “i…m…hungry.”

He laughs.

“Or maybe I can eat by myself, I think my hands are okay.” I said.

He hasn’t stop laughing, “okay… go ahead.”

“And…” I bit my lips, “Do you have rice?”

That’s my first encounter with him, Kwon Jiyong, he saved me that night I collapse in his neighborhood, he was walking back to his flat when he saw me.

He thought he saw dead body but he heard me grunting so he decided to check on me.

He didn’t report me to the police because he lived in a bad neighborhood where you can’t even trust the police, moreover, before the storm there was a news about and a policeman is involed.

I asked him where is it, he said Seoul.

He said I should go around the city, seeing familiar things will help me restore my memories, but I don’t feel familiar with anything at all.

So I let go, I let go of all unrecognized memories and live with him.

He lived alone at this small flat for years after he left the orphanage where he grew.

He called me Ciel as he said I always staring at the sky everyday and I asked what is Ciel?

He said it’s a french word for Sky. He knew cause he’s studying some french word as he’s going to perform some french song with his band later.

He’s a street musician, he played guitar and sing from a small bar to another bar at night, sometimes he will played for another singer.

We’re two stranger but he treat me like an old friend, he took care of me. from the friendly caring to the comfort only he could give me, we're getting close and close and i can feel he develop some feelings towards me, and i don't mind,

'cause his kindness made me in love with him…

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I saw cars, people’s running, I was screaming but my voice eaten by the loud noises of many things around me, I cried but nobody hear me, then I saw something coming… like a big wooden piece… slapped me in the face.

I gasped as I woke up from a dream,

Jiyong woke up beside me.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded but he could see it clearly that I’m not.

Its another bad dream, I’ve been having these dreams at least once a week.

He hold me tight, I drowned myself in his chest.

Its cold, the night is cold and my body’s trembling.

He caress my head and humming a song.

Like a lullaby,

He calmed my heart

“Can I stop having those dreams?” I mumbled.

“It’s okay… it will help you remember things.” he whispers.

I look up at him, “I don’t want to remember them anymore.”

He looking back at me, “Why?”

“Having you here with me is enough, I don’t think my life before you is better.”

He smiled. “Don’t say that…”

“I’m being serious here, Jiyong, I’d rather forget them forever than not able to feel myself inside your arms anymore.”

“What makes you think that remembering who you are means losing me?”

I paused, I don’t know why I suddenly said that.

“I don’t know…”

he tighten his embrace. “Even if one day you remember and you have to go, I will cling on you, C… I will hold onto you.”

“Promise?”

“That’s all I can promise now.”

He lifted my chin and kissed me.

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He’s my savior, he’s the sun in my life.

I learn so many things during the time we’re together.

He will played that guitar while I’m lazying around him.

He’ll sing me a new song he made.

He made me a love songs.

He’d steal a wild flower from his neighbor’s garden and give it to me.

We hold hands while walking at the park, we’d lay down the green grass and I’d fall asleep under the warm sunshine, in his arm.

I will go to the bar where he had his performance and I will clapped the loudest.

We will dance after that along with his bandmate and other friends, who became my friends too.

Then we will go back to the flat.

He will kiss me at the hallway, we’ll rolled along the wall til we reach the bedroom. He won’t break the kiss until both of us panting, in needs of oxy