I think... I'm in love with my mistress

Chapter 33

Reader's P.O.V

"Thank you so much for everything that you've done."

I say to the doctors and nurses as I saunter through the automatic door of the hospital. I get the familiar warm sensation of the sun on my skin, it tingles, feels great to be outside again.

My cheeks were hollow–because I hardly ate anything, you would too if you were forced to eat the same thing everyday!–and my limbs felt weak from the lack of exercise I had while admitted in hospital.

Where shall I go? I don't remember any friends that I could possibly go to, that is if I had any friends to begin with.

What if I was a complete loser before the accident? What if I had no friends?

The lively chatter of surrounding people filled the street as I aimlessly walk around, trying my best to remember something, anything.

"Oi (Y/n)!"

A cold voice called out through the crowd. My eyes scan the people around me, until I see a slender faced man jogging towards me. A bit startled by the man's gothic appearance and Crimson hair, I back away.

He looks like a pretentious creep. . .

He huffs and flips some stray locks out of the way of his dull eyes that pierced into mine.

"Hey, you finally got discharged from the hospital. Nice."

He congratulated as he goes to touch me, to which I stumble back warily. His eyes grew wide with confusion but then soften almost instantly.

"Oh sorry, forgot about your condition. . . Well I'm one of your good–no, best friends. My name's Kurama."

I quirk a smile as he presents a hand towards me and gives me a warm grin, I shake his hand hesitantly.

The guy looked almost jaded if it wasn't for his forced smile, flamboyant clothing and kind, reassuring words that escaped his thin lips. He kept babbling on as he motioned for me to follow him, to which I obey and trot beside him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

"How have you been? The hospital been treating you well?"

He asked, shoving his hand into his black jacket pocket to pull out a pair of–what look to be expensive–sunglasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose. It wasn't even that sunny out here, so why would he feel the need to wear them?

I nod in response to his question, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

"U-um yeah, it's been alright I guess. . ."

I felt awkward talking to him, even knowing that I've met him before it just felt too vague, the air between us felt too thick for best friends.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did we meet? I might remember something if I heard the story."

I asked, nervously glancing up at him. He beams a toothy grin and guides me to a nearby wooden bench. He sits himself down and pats the spot next to him, I plonk myself down beside him.

"Well, I'll tell you the wonderful story of how we met."

He sarcastically coos, his voice lilting slightly as he continued his story.

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The bright midday light soon turned to a gradual dimming evening hue, as dawn transitioned to dusk in the blink of an eye.

". . .and after you talked to Mizuki, you realised how late it was and raced back to the shrine. Oh man, you ran faster than I'd expect from any sane person, it was hilarious! "

Kurama was quite pensive while retelling our first encounter, like it was one of the greatest stories ever to be told. He had a glimmer in his usually tedious-looking eyes as he let the memory spill from his pink lips into heartfelt words.

"So, that's how you and I met. Did that trigger anything?"

He glances at me quizzically, the light from the setting sun casting shadows over his face.

I gaze away from him and stare up at the ombré of fiery orange and pure blue that caressed the sky like a blanket, closing my eyes for a brief moment to try to recall any memories.

Crowded streets, Crimson hair shining in the light, a cold voice–the memory flooded into my mind and overflowed with scenes of Kurama, a white haired boy and I laughing together. In some scenes that traitor, Tomoe was there, looking grumpy and resentful.

"I–I remember. . . I REMEMBER! I remember um meeting some white haired boy at some lake–"

"His name's Mizuki by the way, he's one of your good friends too."

Kurama heckles almost sarcastically.

"Ok, meeting Mizuki at a lake and bumping into you on the street and calling you an idiot, I remember it! "

I crowed joyously, a smile twitching onto my lips.

Kurama smiles back at me.

"That's great! Remember anything else?"

He pushed on, grinning at my happy smile.

I thought hard. . .but nothing else came to me.

I let out a sigh, letting my face fall into my palms.

"No, that's all I can remember, for now."

I mutter, feeling somewhat discouraged. Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

Kurama soothingly rubbed his palm against my shoulder, occasionally stroking over my shoulder blade.

"It's ok, at least your getting your memory back, slowly."

He stood up, gazing up at the now dark night sky.

"It's late, I assume you haven't found a place to sleep yet?"

He asked, I nod defeatedly.

"Well, you can stay at my place, um if you want that is. ."

He murmurs, a faint flush masking his cheeks. I smile and daintily stood up, accepting his kind offer.

I'm so glad that I've finally remembered something!

Hopefully my memory will be fully recovered soon.

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Heyyyy guy! Another late update ':) I'm currently on school holidays (hooray!) but that's soon gonna be over and I'll have to return to school ugh :/

Anyway I hope your having a great day or night!