My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Oneiric. [11]

I do not remember.

I cannot remember.

Why?

I am aware that-
As far back as my mind let's me,

I did not know my old life.

I didn't know simple procedures.
Simple items or ideals.
Simple emotions.

So, why?

Why can't I be normal?

Yuu, please tell me the answer.

Why?

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

Why can't I remember?

Is that too much to ask?
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Please?

I tossed the paper into the drawer. One in the morning, I woke up in a panic. I thought I was going to die, for some reason.
I couldn't remember why I thought that.

So, I did what my mind told me to, with the knowledge that I held.

Write a letter to Yuu.

I do not know why he was the first person to come to mind.

This didn't occur to me, red ruby shining at me through the lamplight. So, in the dark room dimly illuminating my slouched figure, I hyperventilated.

And cried.

I cried for what I did not know.

I cried for what I did not remember.

I cried for those I couldn't remember.

I mourned for myself.

And I wondered.

Why did the Fates want me alive?

Why was it so important that I lived through the fall?

What purpose did I serve?

A gentle and warm hand rubbed against the male of my neck, my tear stained eyes opening quickly as if his touch sent lighting throughout my body. My head was on it's side, pressing against the wooden table.

"Are you alright?" His voice was barely above a whisper. It soothed me.
Sniffling quite loudly, I nodded.
"I'm fine."