There might come a day when I won't be able to remember the password to this secret diary folder anymore.
03231993.
The date of Eddy's birthday. Would the world still be worth living after ... losing all that?
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"He is alright. Just make sure he is hydrated and well-rested for a few days," the doctor calmly explained Brett's condition to Eddy.
"Thank you. Is Brett...still a lot confused?"
"Well, I don't know your definition of 'a lot' since he has Alzheimer's....but he seemed pretty happy now to me."
"Really?" Eddy sighed with relief. He wished Brett wouldn't remember the anger he spilled down to him today. "Can I... can I see him?"
"Sure, he is in bed 19."
Eddy slowly walked his way to the emergency room. He drew the curtain to bed 19 and there was Brett, sitting on the bed, happily humming to the sound of the TV commercial. Brett was wearing hospital slippers and Eddy could still see angry red marks on Brett's feet.
"Hey," Eddy spoke softly, sitting down next to Brett.
Brett didn't respond as he kept humming to the melody.
"Are you alright?" Eddy asked carefully.
"I think I know this song," Brett spoke in a nonchalant voice, fidgeting with his hands.
Eddy looked up at the cheesy TV commercial playing beside the bed. The music was Canon in D, the one they made fun of countless times in their twosetviolin videos.
"Yes, you definitely know this song," Eddy smiled faintly.
"I thought so."
"I will play it for you once we go back home, how does that sound? I'm a professional violinist you know," Eddy squeezed Brett's hand tight.
Brett was quiet for a moment as he held onto Eddy's hand as if it was the only thing left in this world.
"I think I was a violinist too," Brett whispered.
Eddy inhaled a sharp breath, taking in the pain in his heart.
"Was I?" Brett asked, turning his head to face Eddy.
Eddy cupped Brett's tender face in his hands, choking back tears as he forced a weak smile on his face.
"Of course, you were. The best one out there," Eddy replied, planting a brief kiss on Brett's lips.
Brett nodded, closing his eyes.
"You used to play Mendelssohn, Bach, Paganini and oh, you really loved playing Tchaikovsky, Brett. You played it live in front of all the fans out there. Remember?"
Eddy shut his mouth after the last word blurted out of his mouth without control. After Brett has lost his memory, Eddy has never asked Brett if he remembered anything. It would only stress them out both, a taboo between both of them.
"Mendelssohn...Bach? Tchaikovsky?" Brett muttered as if saying it aloud will ring a bell.
"Yes, you know the melody goes like this for Mendelssohn. Mmmm- hmm-" Eddy hummed the opening melody of Mendelssohn violin concerto, tapping the rhythm on Brett's shoulder.
"Can I still play it?" Brett asked.
"Mendelssohn?"
"Yeah."
Eddy hesitated to answer. Eddy has taken away Brett's violin a long time ago in fear of Brett breaking it to pieces. There have been enough incidents on Brett suddenly throwing things out of rage during his sensitive period and the last thing Eddy wanted Brett to do was to throw his precious violin for firewood.
If Brett ... ever... leave him forever, Eddy wanted Brett's violin to be buried with him, unharmed.
Eddy stood up, helping Brett get up to his feet.
"Let's go home. I'll show you your violin. We can try to play it together. Just like the old days."
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-eykim28
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Remember Me
Fanfiction"Even if you start to forget everything about you, I promise I will still remember you." When Brett is diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's disease, Eddy is the only one who can help Brett stay as Brett. Mystery, romance, and lots of sadness. Col...
