It's warm...
Comforting...
Pleasant...
Ah, I see... it happened after all...
I made it... but my memories...
I need to grab one...
Just one...
Before I waken again...
Or there was no point to any of this...
Ah, this one is good.
It's perfect, actually.
How could I almost forget about this?
It was important to me, after all.
As long as I have this, I know I'll search for the other missing pieces.
The truth.
After all, I'm me.
I can feel myself weakening...
Falling into a deep slumber...
But that's ok.
It's how it was meant to be...
I wanted it to be...
Almost.
Nothing in life always goes the way one wants it... does it?
Heh...
Either way...
Please... if nothing else...
Take this...
This name...
It's important to you, after all...
~.~.~.~.~
My eyelids slowly fluttered open once more, but this time without the headache. Why did I have a headache again...? I can't seem to remember...
Slowly, but surely, I lifted myself from a very conferrable surface. Looking around, it seems like I was... somewhere where the sky was blocked from view. What was this called...?
"Ah, your awake, my girl!" A somewhat familiar voice spoke. Turning towards the sound, I see someone old near an opening of sorts. The old person walked up to me, holding something in their hand. "Are you alright?"
Afraid that if I opened my mouth again, coughs would come out, I shrug. At this point, I haven't gotten the slightest clue.
"Ah, I see." The old person holds out what was in their hands. "Here, drink some water."
I take a long look at the... clear... cylinder...? It has something... wet inside it. Is that water? I kept staring without making a move. How do I... drink...? What does that even mean?
"Oh dear. Seems like something is very wrong." The old man spoke again, expression changing to something... not good? Why don't I know this information? "Hold on, dear. I'll be right back."
The other person left though the opening, leaving me to my clueless thoughts once more.
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To Forget and to be Forgotten: KANTO (HIATUS)
Hayran Kurgu"Just who am I?" I sighed at a desk, still fixated on the little piece of plastic. Waking up about four years ago only remembering a name that isn't my own or anyone else, but important to me none the less: Yuki Kazeko. Since then, I've only recover...
