Memories (ForthBeam fanfic)

Chapter 43 - Three Days Since

A/N: Anybody missed me?😊😊😊
Be prepared!
Heed my warning, Dire times are coming.

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Kit's POV

I would be lying if I say I wasn't confused with what I now know. I'm a fairly educated person, a man of science in fact, but the know-hows of these 'memories' are well out of my knowledge. I never thought this thing is even remotely possible. My rational mind debates if I am still sane. I hope I am.

But Ming – Tae – was really helpful. He was there to help me understand and comprehend these jumbled up images in my mind, and he isn't forceful. He let me dig through my brain and his in my own pace. I thank him for that.

It's all in my mind now, the memories, but I still need to 'organize' them so as not to confuse my new feelings from old flashes. Sometimes I find myself giggling just watching butterflies fly around and like a kid, I feel the need and excitement to follow them around jumping and catching them in my hand. Wayo's fault, not mine.

At times, I cry for no reason at all. I'd stare into space and find my cheek drenched in tears. A couple of times, Ming ran to me hurriedly and panting hard, worrying after hearing me cry.

I felt how painful it was for Wayo to see him die as Phana. I felt Wayo's loss and how he terribly missed him. How much he missed hearing Phana's voice, the repetitive stories, the sweet words and the music he makes.

I pity him, but he said I should not.

Is it weird that I sound like I'm talking to Wayo, when in fact he is me? He was me.

It's scary actually, and it took a long time to get used to hearing his and Tee's voice in my head from time to time. They don't have clocks and schedules, the both of them. They would just barge in unannounced and sputter whatever they want whenever they feel like it, and comment at every little thing I do or even think.

Especially Tee, he is like that. An adventurous guy who lived his life the way he wanted, unrestricted, not always tact with his words, but I envy his sense of freedom.

Wayo is much more reserved, his tone is sweet and soothing, and he always chooses careful words. Sometimes I find him too formal, but it's him, and it's the way he lived as an aristocrat's son.

Once I watched Ming from the entrance to our modest 'home' as he tend to his horse, I subconsciously thought how magnificent the two of them looked, Ming and his steed.

"He looks hot, isn't he?" Out of nowhere, Tee spouted making me jolt in my seat. "Look at those muscles, his wide back and the sweat making his skin shine." I raised a brow at that, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"Stop it Tee. You're making Kit jealous." Came in Wayo's shy voice, but his words made me more shy and awkward, cold sweat ran down my skin. "But the horse sure is magnificent, I wish I could ride it." Wayo said again.

"Ayyyy! If I know better, you'd rather ride Ming than that horse." Tee teased and I stifled a laughed, Wayo hunching back and scurrying in embarrassment.

We had conversations, like these, random stuff. I'm confortable talking with them ir just listening to them, their like my conscience. They indulge me in my curiosity, and we talked a lot, three of us, mostly about ourselves, and Tae.

To anyone who would catch me at these times, they'd think I'm crazy. Eerily silent and lost in deep thought at a time, and spouting random things or giggling a moment later. To my defense, I having healthy conversations with two other people, though they are both inside my head, and people can't really hear what they're saying.