Story starts:
The leaves had started to grow back.
It was spring,
An indication of new beginnings.
A fresh, new, start.
He left his daily appointment.
He was done after all.
He'd left his past behind.
And the thought of coming back?
It scares him so.
He'd walk down the streets,
He'd seen the teens play a game on their phones.
They were at the age where they were likely to be vulnerable,
and caught by their emotions.
Clinging to whatever online friendships they could find for support,
Reality was too much for their minds to handle after all.
Just like the past 'him'.
And then, nostalgia hits him again.
As it so often does.
And he hates it.
Having memories he cannot remember,
For he knew of a life that's split.
What the other does, he cannot control.
And he hates it.
These feelings made him remember,
What it was like
"Back then".
But can he escape it?
He begged.
Or was it 'they' who did,
Was it they who wanted this?
.
.
.
He doesn't know anymore.
All he know is that he's 'cured'.
He's 'happy'.
He'd forgotten.
And it was all for the 'best'.
Atleast, that's what 'they' said.
So,
"Don't remember."
"But what the mind forgets, the heart remembers",
Or atleast, that's what his sister told him.
And he'd chuckle
At the peculiarity
Of a woman's mind.
Does love even exist?
He'd often wonder.
His feelings seemed to not to be his after all.
Side effects of a sickness that,
As they said,
"Cannot be cured"
Because, just because you're out of it,
doesn't mean you can't come back.
He went to his sister.
She was supposed to treat him today.
It was the last after all,
The last goodbye,
The last he'll see that white, alcohol-scented building ever again.
She smiled as she saw him.
Hand in hand with her now-husband
She spoke.
•••
Dinner, huh?
It was his first,
After regaining control of 'his' body.
He'd enjoyed it.
Though,
Not until the conversation started.
"We're going somewhere far away for my work...."
He'd nod silently.
Unaware, uninterested.
"...We're going to the Philippines, wanna come with us?"
He should've continued eating.
But,
He was bothered.
It wasn't the unexpected invitation,
It was the place.
And a hit.
Another crack in his heart.
And he saw 'her' again.
(It was but a glimpse,)
A glimpse of who he once was.
A part, he cannot remember.
Or rather, shouldn't.
They told him not to
His sister smiled,
She knew EXACTLY what she had done.
He knew fairly well that his sister wasn't a part of 'them'.
He should be happy
But it angered him.
Why can't he just live his life without being haunted by the past?!?!
Without her?!?
But he knows he can't
His heart will forever search for her.
For the girl who was his light.
His everything.
And he doesn't need that.
Or so he denies.
Not love, not anything.
So he shook his head.
Brushing of any want to see her
Though we know it was still there.
His heart's still missing a piece.
"So, will you be coming?"
"No."
He's decided.
He'll continue his life
Ignoring the truth,
Living in fake happiness.
Thinking that truth will ony kill him
On the other side,
She smiled sadly,
Knowing it will end exactly like this.
And when that time comes
She'll let have to let him go.
(But only he will be let go,
Not the memories, not anything else.)
Cuz he doesn't know that life needs a little rain to see a rainbow
And she thinks its fine for him to never see it
A dull, monotone world.
That's what they think is best.
