Dear Name

1: Memories

Delicate, ephemeral cherry blossoms fall and drift away into another spring day. Beautiful moments like these were evanescent, short-lived and temporary. Seokjin glances at the petal that landed peacefully on his palm, then carried away again by the wind when it began to pick up. He grabs his pen, opens his diary and begins to draw the scenery in front of him, capturing every detail.

Perhaps he could take a picture, but it would be lost in his camera roll.

Four years has already passed since that terrible incident, and luckily Seokjin has regained most of his memory. However, his memory has obviously deteriorated and won't be as good as before, so his doctor had given him a diary to aid him. It proved to be of good use— he jot down anything he found interesting and wanted to remember, anything that might slip his mind.

This diary is almost full...

Seokjin inhaled the sweet, flower scented air. Suddenly, a thought comes to mind, or rather— a memory. A memory of one particular person whose name he just couldn't put his finger on. His phone had been crushed during the incident, so he lost their number as well.

He knew he should've asked that day, before they left for university.

"Oh!"

Seokjin scribbles another note into his diary.

"They traveled abroad to attend university," he mutters as he jots those very words down.

He missed them, a lot. Their company was greatly appreciated, and he loved spending every moment with them. He swore he healed faster when they were beside him. Now with their absence, everything felt dull, grey, and cold. He missed their laughter, their smile, especially at his... he'll admit, pretty lame jokes. However, they still laughed, genuinely at that.

"Why don't keyboards sleep?" Seokjin asked, trying to contain his laughter.
"Uhh..." they pondered for a moment, giggling at Seokjin's face. "What?"
"Because they have two shifts." They both exploded in laughter, and they shook their head.
"Wow, you're such a genius," they complimented, shaking their head at the joke that was so obvious and stupid that they just had to laugh.
"I know I am."

Seokjin smiled fondly at the memory. He looks up at the cherry blossom trees that stood proudly above him and recalls the day they strolled down this very trail together. Back then, Seokjin was still in his wheelchair, for his brain was still  healing. Together they admired the petals that fluttered around them, and Seokjin could not be more content.

Just you and me.

It's been four entire years without them already.

"Hopefully they'll return to me soon."