Memories (ForthBeam fanfic)

Chapter 6 - Magistrate's Son

Tae's POV

Just to make things clear, nothing happened after that night at the bar. NOTHING.

I simply took him to my pad for him to rest.

Two reasons: one, i wasn't ready to reveal to him that i knew where he lived. Since basically, i've been stalking him for a month now and two, i want to spend more time with him, even if it's just me looking at him while he sleeps.

He looked like a baby. His flawless skin shone pink from all the alcohol he consumed. He mumbled in his sleep, as if he was dreaming.

He was a bit touchy, another thing that surprised me.

He wouldn't let go of me as i dropped him on the bed i prepared for him. His arms slung over my shoulders while i carried him bridal style. His face snuggled close to my neck, my cheek touching his head. I savored that moment.

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Memories of tonight played back in my head as i drink a cold glass of water. He enjoyed himself tonight. He talked a lot, danced a bit. He was care free. He was so happy, and i was happy. I prayed silently to my future selves. Please, let me remember this moment in my next lives.

I was about to tell him a bit of everything, when he asked how i think our souls were old friends with his pleading eyes. He was curious, i tried hard to resist rambling. I wanted to tell him something about me, about us.

But it wasn't the right time and place, and we were both intoxicated and groggy.

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I wanted so badly to sleep beside him, but i know it wouldn't be right. So i brought him to the guest room. Thanking myself that i actually had that room.

And after making sure he was sleeping soundly and comfortably, i kissed his forehead, desperately wanting more, and whispered, "I love you, Tee, i always have."

He wouldn't hear any of it, he was dead drunk. Partly my fault, i know. I shouldn't have let him drink that much. Alcohol is really not good for the health. Trust me. I know.

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I once lived a very irresponsible life. It was the fifth time i walked the earth.

Call me anything. Drunkard. Inebriate. Good for nothing. Fool. I didn't want to live anymore. There was not a day in that life that i was sober. What little money was left after paying for wines and ale, i gambled.

People spat at me. Laughed at my face. Called me names. I was the town's fool.

I was hopeless.

After living four consecutive lives, i begun to think i probably wasn't the only one coming back around. There were certain people i felt sure i knew from before.

Mak, the guy who saved my Tee from the flood, lived again as Markus. The baby brother i carried to the mountain top lived again as my older brother a life past. Old neighbors, a mother, some friends, even enemies.

But never him.

Never Tee.

I longed for him. I've waited for him life after life after life. But he never came.

And so i wasted that fifth life.

Maybe that was the reason why i had a hard time on the life after that.

Call it karma. It hit me strong.

But i happily accepted it. Why? Because on that sixth life, i saw him for the first time. My Tee.