ON HOLD
(This is the squeal to Chasing Out Your Name)
(Set when they are adults)
Please enjoy~
"Who are you? What is your name!"
This question goes around Taki' s head all the time when he has memories if the past- or what we call, flashbacks.
M...
Welcometo the Squeal of "Chasing Out YourName" I hopeyou enjoy~
(Regular: Mitsuha Italics: Taki Underlined: both Bold: A/N)
It's the morning. I wake up again with the same feeling...
The feeling that something happened in my dream.
Something wonderful...
And something sad
Something that I forgotten...but shouldn't of.
And there'ssomethingImiss. For some reason - WhenIwas in High school - I was obsessed with the Itomori diaster withthe comet. I don't know why... But whenI look at it now...tears form in my eyes.
Did I know someone there?
When I wake up - I'm crying. Tears streaming down my face. But I feel comforted. I feel like there is someone I should remember...
And what their name is.
No matter how hard I try...
I can'tremember...
Their name!
*beep beep* I guess that's my phone. Tesshi: hey Mitsuha! Let's meet upat the cafe we all love today at lunch! (Me, you and Saya) see you at 12! Doesn't he think that I might have plans?! Me: fine then see youat 12 *sigh* ~at 11:50am~
"Hey Grandma! How's Yotsuha? That's good. Yeah I'm fine...huh? Whatcha mean? I had a boyfriend!? Gotta go, bye!" I ended the call...weird. She was saying: remember whenI was ill at the Tokyo Hospital? You had to stay at your boyfriends! Sadly you couldn't see each other after graduation...hold on...You had his phone number! Why didn't you contact him!? I got confused and overwhelmed. What does she mean "I had a boyfriend" yeah right...I'm sure I would remember... Right? Suddenly an image in my brain appeared.
The night of the comet, me on the floor and suddenly I looked at my hand.
I love you it said...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Like that would happen!" I laughed trying to convince myself but failed.