Later that morning, King came for a visit, seems like Jy texted him about how I remembered everything now. He was my cousin from another country, he came here and decided to study here now with me; he said he planned to get along with me but he got frustrated with how I don't remember him at all, in the end, he apologized like a lot, even offered me to go out with him and he'll buy me anything.
Of course, I forgave him, he was my favorite cousin, and It was also partially my fault.
They left after a hearty breakfast, and soon after that, I rummaged in my room to find my diary, right I was about to document all of this, but all that was written in it was: The day I met my suicidal thoughts
but the words 'met' was scribbled, and above it was written with unfamiliar handwriting. 'Fought with'
"The day I fought with my suicidal thoughts..." I chuckled while reading it. I placed my diary back in the drawer and looked for a different notebook that I could use.
I found one, one that Hannah gave me on my 14th birthday, I didn't want to use it because I didn't want to ruin it, but right now, I decided to write here everything I wanted to say to her.
And If I ever get the chance to meet her again, I'll read everything to her.
I bet she'd laugh at me.
Although I still have a lot of questions, such as...
What is the reason why Hannah did it?
I was yearning for the answer, but I'll never know, since she's no longer here to tell me.
But I'm sure, she won't like it when I keep on mourning about the past,
because that's the kind of person she is
I also wondered where did Cedric go?
Did he become someone else's uhm... thoughts?
Or did he finally get the peace he wanted?
Oh well, I wish him well, especially since he seems more messed up than me.
"Hmm... should I celebrate?" I wondered, since I finally got back all those years I'd once forgotten, I'm finally back.
I roamed around the streets, going to my favorite cafe, I ordered my favorite drink and a slice of cake I was interested in trying.
I took my fork and had a taste of the cake.
"It's so sweet... I like it..."
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Lost Pages
Short StoryMemories are like our very own library, filled with our books of memoirs. You can re-read those books as much as you want, to reminisce about the past you'd like to go back to. But what if one day, you woke up and found your library empty? A short...
