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Remembering Tomorrow

Monday

 

A soft thud was heard as I closed the wooden door of my humble abode. Stepping out to the calmness of our neighborhood, I let my feet drag me to the familiar streets of the small town I grew up in.

 

The morning was beautiful, as always. The sun was up, but the gentle breeze hitting my skin was giving me a sense of nostalgia. I've always loved having my morning walks along this road that was never crowded. It was always peaceful. Always bringing that serenity to its locals. 

 

I passed by this very familiar coffee shop, and I smiled to myself. Besides their signature latte matched with some really good bagels, its visual itself is enough to pull you in and drop by every single morning. I used to have breakfast at The Flora before taking the subway to the university back in college.

 

Well, I still do. At least that's what they always tell me.

 

Today, I learned from my parents that I am suffering from anterograde amnesia for almost a year now. I can't remember new memories. I'm always stuck at the day before the accident happened. Over the year, I kept waking up every single morning with the same memory in mind.

 

I don't know how many new memories I have made. I don't remember them. And it . It knowing that everything I'm gonna do, and every new person I'm gonna meet today, will be forgotten the moment I close my eyes to sleep.

 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will literally be just another day.

 

I shrug the thoughts off of my mind and looked back up at the coffee shop. With a sigh, I stepped inside and was immediately welcomed by the pleasant scent of flowers. Variety of roses, violets, and lilies decorated around the place were always a beautiful sight to see. This shop truly embodies its name.

 

I walked to the furthest table, just beside the window. It was my spot. I always just sit here. Reaching for the menu, I wondered why I still bother looking through it when I'm just going to order the same thing I order every single time.

 

I was about to call the waitress to give my orders when someone suddenly walks up to my table, sat on the seat across mine, and hands me a bouquet of fresh white daisies.

 

They're my favorite flowers.

 

I looked up at the person to find her smiling at me. She's pretty tall. Way taller than me, I believe. She has long-blonde hair with tiny braids at the side. Her eyes are the prettiest I have seen. And her smile...almost felt like...home.

 

She's beautiful.

 

I was still awestruck by her presence when I heard her speak.

 

"Do you remember me now?"

 

That question caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. This is my first time seeing this girl. I...don't know her.

 

Do you remember me now?

 

Now?

 

Since when was she trying to make me remember?

 

I stared at her in cluelessness before slowly shaking my head. And I knew that wasn't the answer she was hoping for as I saw her face fell. Her gaze lingers at me with sad eyes. They were soft and sincere. But sad.

 

The prettiest eyes I have ever seen are now also the saddest.

 

"I'm sorry, I...I don't know you", I answered as gentle as I can.

 

The blonde reaches for my hand and gave it a light squeeze. And I didn't know why I didn't retract. I didn't even flinch. It feels painfully...familiar.

 

She looks back up at me and her lips curl into a small smile. Small, sad smile. Her eyes and her smile, they were both sad.

 

And I didn't know why it broke me a little.

 

"Please remember me tomorrow...Jennie", she uttered very softly it almost sounded like a whisper.

 

Before I could respond, she was already at her feet. She gave me that one last sad smile before she bolted out of the coffee shop.

 

All I could do was stare at the bouquet of daisies the woman had left as I try to rack my brain in hopes of remembering any memory of her.

 

But there was none.

 

I don't know her.

 

I don't remember.

 

But why does my heart sting when she left?

 

I spent the rest of the day thinking about the mysterious woman, and the chaos she had left on my mind.

 

~•~

 

Wednesday

 

A soft thud was heard as I closed the wooden door of my humble abode. Stepping out to the calmness of our neighborhood, I let my feet drag me to the familiar streets of the small town I grew up in.

 

The morning was beautiful, as always. The sun was up, but the gentle breeze hitting my skin was giving me a sense of nostalgia. I've always loved having my morning walks along this road that was never crowded. It was always peaceful. Always bringing that serenity to its locals.

 

I passed by this very familiar book store just around the corner, and I smiled to myself. I really enjoy reading books, and I used to visit this after getting off from school to check if there are new books to purchase.

 

Well, I still do. The only difference now is that I need to finish a whole book within the day, because when tomorrow comes, I'll end up forgetting that I even purchased a book.

 

Today, I learned from my parents that I am suffering from anterograde amnesia for almost a year now. I can't remember new memories. I'm always stuck at the day before the accident happened. Over the year, I kept waking up every single morning with the same memory in mind.

 

I don't know how many new memories I have made. I don't remember them. And it . It knowing that everything I'm gonna do, and every new person I'm gonna meet today, will be forgotten the moment I close my eyes to sleep.

 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will literally be just another day.

 

I snapped from my thoughts and looked back up at the book store. With a forced smile, I stepped inside and was immediately welcomed by the scent of new, fresh paper. I've always loved the smell of them.

 

I briefly greeted the store keeper before walking to the romance novels section. I am no hopeless romantic, but I believe in the magic of love. And maybe I am secretly hoping that one day, I would find my own.

 

When that happens, maybe I'll stop reading romance novels and start writing my own.

 

Softly chuckling at my silly thoughts, my hand absentmindedly reached for a book from the shelf.

 

The Fault In Our Stars.

 

I was flabbergasted when a hand abruptly grasped the book before I could even touch it.

 

"You've read this one so many times", a voice spoke beside me.

 

I turned my head to face the person and found her smiling at me. She's pretty tall. Way taller than me, I believe. She has long-blonde hair with tiny braids at the side. Her eyes are the prettiest I have seen. And her smile...almost felt like...home.

 

She's beautiful.

 

"Um no, I haven't read this one before—", I politely said.

 

But the girl just took the book from my sight and answered, "Believe me, you've read this way too many times before."

 

I'm supposed to be at least irritated with what the girl did. After all, how rude it was to meddle with other people's business. I'm really not the type to snap thoughtlessly, but I should at least be annoyed, right?

 

Then why do my feelings say otherwise?

 

With that brighter-than-sunshine smile that she was giving me, it's almost impossible to be annoyed.

 

I was slightly surprised when she suddenly lifted a bouquet of fresh white daises from behind and handed them to me which I confusingly took.

 

They're my favorite flowers.

 

"Do you remember me now?"

 

That question caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. This is my first time seeing this girl. I...don't know her.

 

Do you remember me now?

 

Now?

 

Since when was she trying to make me remember?

 

I stared at her in cluelessness before slowly shaking my head. And I knew that wasn't the answer she was hoping for as I saw her face fell. Her gaze lingers at me with sad eyes. They were soft and sincere. But sad.

 

The prettiest eyes I have ever seen are now also the saddest.

 

"I'm sorry, I...I don't know you", I answered as politely as I can.

 

The blonde reaches for my hand and gave it a light squeeze. And I didn't know why I didn't retract. I didn't even flinch. It feels painfully...familiar.

 

"Quit reading those angsty, tragic romance novels", she spoke and lets out a dry chuckle, "And just remember me already."

 

She looks back up at me and her lips curl into a small smile. Small, sad smile. Her eyes and her smile, they were both sad.

 

And I didn't know why it broke me a little.

 

"Please remember me tomorrow...Jennie", she uttered very softly it almost sounded like a whisper.

 

Before I could respond, she was already placing the book back to the shelf. She gave me one last smile before bolting out of the book store.

 

All I could do was stare at the bouquet of daisies in my arm as I try to rack my brain in hopes of remembering any memory of her.

 

But there was none.

 

I don't know her.

 

I don't remember.

 

But why does my heart sting when she left?

 

I spent the rest of the day thinking about the mysterious woman, and the chaos she had left on my mind.

 

~•~

 

Friday

 

A soft thud was heard as I closed the wooden door of my humble abode. Stepping out to the calmness of our neighborhood, I let my feet drag me to the familiar streets of the small town I grew up in.

 

The morning was beautiful, as always. The sun was up, but the gentle breeze hitting my skin was giving me a sense of nostalgia. 

 

It would've been a good morning if not for this sudden strange feels I'm feeling.

 

Today, I learned from my parents that I am suffering from anterograde amnesia for almost a year now. I can't remember new memories. I'm always stuck at the day before the accident happened. Over the year, I kept waking up every single morning with the same memory in mind.

 

But that wasn't the reason why I'm feeling uneasy. 

 

I woke up to the sight of a couple bouquets of white daises lined up over my dresser. Some were already starting to wilt, they were probably there several days ago. Some look fresher than the others. And one looks like it's been brought just yesterday.

 

I have no idea where they came from. Or better said, I don't remember. I tried asking my parents about it but they kept mum. It's either they don't know, or they refuse to tell me. The only thing my mom said was that I've been bringing bouquets of white daises home everyday since a few months ago.

 

Did I get them for myself? Has someone been giving them to me?

 

Who?

 

I don't know.

 

I don't remember.

 

I felt a throb in my head and I stopped on my track, lightly pressing my fingers against my temple. Headache. The thoughts were giving me terrible headache I just want it to go away.

 

What I couldn't find explanation to, though, was the clenching feeling in my chest everytime I take a look at the daisies. I felt sad. My heart felt like it had been stabbed multiple times. It's hurting. I'm hurting. Pain. I feel pain.

 

But why?

 

I don't know.

 

I don't remember.

 

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. Lifting my head up, the familiar sight of my favorite coffee shop welcomed me. It calmed me a little.

 

I used to have breakfast at The Flora before taking the subway to university back in college.

 

Well, I still do. At least that's what they always tell me.

 

I dragged my feet inside the premise and was immediately greeted by the pleasant scent of flowers. I walked to the furthest table just beside the window. It was my spot. I always just sit here. Reaching for the menu, I wondered why I still bother looking through it when I know I'm just going to have the same thing I order every single time.

 

I lifted a hand to gesture for the waiter, when someone suddenly walks up to my table and sat on the seat across mine.

 

I looked up at the person to find her smiling at me. She's pretty tall. Way taller than me, I believe. She has long-blonde hair with tiny braids at the side. Her eyes are the prettiest I have seen. And her smile...almost felt like...home.

 

She's beautiful.

 

"Do you remember me now?"

 

The girl asked me with sad, hopeful eyes. Her lips were curled in a simper, but I could tell she wasn't happy. And I couldn't understand the pang in my chest as I look at her smile.

 

I don't understand.

 

I don't know her.

 

But why am I feeling this way?

 

I stared at her in cluelessness before slowly shaking my head. And I knew that wasn't the answer she was hoping for as I saw her face fell. Her gaze lingers at me with sad eyes. They were soft and sincere. But sad.

 

The prettiest eyes I have ever seen are now also the saddest.

 

"I'm sorry, I...I don't know you", I answered as gentle as I can.

 

The blonde reaches for my hand and gave it a light squeeze. And I didn't know why I didn't retract. I didn't even flinch. It feels painfully...familiar.

 

"You look beautiful today, Jennie", she gave me another smile, "You always do."

 

I feel my heart clenching again. This woman. She does this to me. Whatever this is that I'm feeling, it's because of her. 

 

And I have to know who she is.

 

"I-I'm sorry, but who—"

 

I wasn't able to continue my words when she took something from behind and hands them to me.

 

"Please...", the girl uttered very softly it almost sounded like a whisper, "Please remember me tomorrow, Jennie."

 

I swear I saw a lone tear fell down her cheek before she bolted out of the coffee shop and left.

 

All I could do was stare at the bouquet of fresh white daisies she had left as I try to rack my brain in hopes of remembering any memory of her.

 

White Daisies.

 

They're my favorite flowers.

 

I snapped my head as sudden realization hits me.

 

I dashed out of the door and ran up to the blonde but it was too late. I tried looking around but she's nowhere to be seen.

 

She already left.

 

That woman. Those daisies. She's the one who's been giving them to me.

 

But I don't know who she is.

 

I don't remember.

 

My mind went haywire as image of the girl tearing up flashed right through my head, and I spent the rest of the day thinking about the mysterious woman, and the unexplainable pain she had left in my heart.

 

~•~

 

Sunday

 

A soft thud was heard as I closed the wooden door of my humble abode. Stepping out to the calmness of our neighborhood, I let my feet drag me to the familiar streets of the small town I grew up in.

 

The afternoon was...gloomy. The sun has set and the skies are a deep shade of gray. Guess the rain will pour down any minute now. Yet, I didn't know why I'm walking down the local road with no particular destination in mind.

 

Maybe I want to find answers. I need to know what's causing this clench in my chest that doesn't feel sudden. It doesn't feel fresh. I woke up this morning feeling terribly distressed. And I know it has to do something with the white daisies I found lined up over my dresser.

 

Today, I learned from my parents that I am suffering from anterograde amnesia for almost a year now. I can't remember new memories. I'm always stuck at the day before the accident happened. Over the year, I kept waking up every single morning with the same memory in mind.

 

And today, I woke up with the same memory, yet different feeling.

 

I feel...empty. Like something had left a hole in my heart and it's been aching to be filled. Like I've been missing out in all those days that I woke up not remembering any memory of yesterday. And it's way much worse than loneliness. 

 

Emptiness.

 

It felt like I have forgotten something I wanted to remember.

 

My feet led me to this local coffee shop I used to go to back in college. The Flora. They serve the best latte and bagels in town that would make you want to keep coming back.

 

But right now, all my senses were telling me that the answers I'm looking for are inside that shop.

 

I pushed the entrance door open and was immediately greeted by the pleasant scent of flowers. I would've appreciated it better if not for the anxiousness growing inside me. I walked towards the furthest table just beside the window. It was my spot. I always just sit there.

 

But at the moment, it was occupied.

 

The girl sitting on my spot turned to me and her eyes visibly lit up upon seeing me. She's pretty tall. Way taller than me, I believe. She has long-blonde hair with tiny braids at the side. Her eyes are the prettiest I have seen. And her smile...almost felt like...home.

 

She's beautiful.

 

Laying on the table infront of her was a bouquet of slightly wilted white daisies. They looked like they've been brought around since morning. Probably waiting. Probably hoping that the recipient would come by.

 

And there it was, the clench in my chest.

 

I felt a throb in my head but ignored it almost immediately. I know what it meant. 

 

I wasted no time and approached the blonde who was still smiling up at me. She parted her lips probably about to say something but I beat her to it.

 

"Do I remember you now?", I asked straight into her eyes.

 

The girl was obviously surprised with what I said. The words she was supposed to let out got stuck at the back of .

 

"I don't", I answered my own question, my voice trembling a little, "I don't remember you."

 

I knew that wasn't the answer she was hoping for as I saw her face fell. Her gaze lingers at me with sad eyes. They were soft and sincere. But sad.

 

And I now know why it broke me a little.

 

I don't remember you.

 

"But my heart does", I added.

 

Tears stream down the blonde's face and she got up to her feet to face me. She's just as broken as I am. Just as empty as I am. I feel what she's feeling. We share the same pain.

 

"Why does my heart remember you?", I let out another question, "Why do you make it ache?"

 

The blonde reaches for my hand and gave it a light squeeze. And I didn't retract. I didn't even flinch. It feels painfully...familiar.

 

"Just...who are you?"

 

She lifted a hand and gently wipes the tear that I didn't realize had fallen down my cheek, "I am Chaeyoung."

 

Chaeyoung.

 

Her name is just as beautiful as her face. I repeated it many times in my head in hopes of etching it there for as long as I can. Praying that when I wake up tomorrow, her name will be the first thing I’ll remember.

 

“Your Chaeyoung”, she spoke again with the same soft tone, “And I love you.”

 

It was probably because of the sincerity in her eyes and her smile that made me close the gap between us, pressing my lips against hers in a kiss as gentle as the morning breeze.

 

It was probably my heart taking action. Telling me that it remembers what my mind doesn’t.

 

And as she kisses me back, I threw all my worries out the window.

 

Maybe I won’t remember this moment. Maybe I won’t remember her. But as long as my heart does, I know it will always find her.

 

I will always find her.

 

Until I can finally remember tomorrow.

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artraiya_adein
#1
Chapter 1: An angsty story but still it was heart-warming. 🌹
SkyeButterfly
#2
Chapter 1: I need a moment to let this fic sink in… wow you have a way with words, and this storyline/plot had me in a chokehold. Thank you for writing
amberninja
#3
Chapter 1: No, you can't do this to me. It hurts, man. 😭 But its a wonderful piece. Thank you for that, author-nim
MeMyselfAndI0314
#4
Chapter 1: 😢🧻❤
1Nonly_YS
#5
Chapter 1: i love this so muchhh. its so beautiful im crying so much rn TT
supkfans
#6
Chapter 1: that was so painful, my heart ached everytime chae tried but at the same time gave me a bliss of hope. that was really beautiful. thank you for this.
Gaby_Nava13
#7
Chapter 1: wow! This is so beautiful and painful at the same time.
This is just a masterpiece ❤️🥺
DorkyHedwig
#8
Chapter 1: I'm still crying T_T
Mareng_Jennie
#9
Chapter 1: Da peyn
rilakkuma95
#10
Chapter 1: I...I’m..I don’t know what to say. It was so pure. 🥰🥰🥰