Remember Me

2019. 8. 25 / 2021.1.3

Hello, Brett. 

Sorry for peeking at your secret diary folder in your laptop (I know you specifically told me to stop reading if I ever break in but I couldn't help it. Sorry babe) but don't you think you needed to choose a harder password?

03231993. 

My birthday. 

I see that the diary ended in April. Four months have passed since you wrote here and it was a rough time. No wonder you had any time to write.. or did you forget how to enter the folder?

Brett. I'm writing this because if ever, you manage to enter this folder again, I want you to know that I love you very much. Darling, I cannot express how much you mean to me in this world. My entire universe revolves around you and I cannot imagine a day when you will be gone. I will be an ugly satellite that has lost its sun, dancing out of orbit in the infinite darkness ahead of me. 

Baby, I don't pray to God to make you better anymore. I have only one wish now and that doesn't include any lingling power or an absurd amount of miracle. 

I wish you will never forget my name, Brett. 

Eddy Chen, not too hard, right? Not too hard at all. I promised you from day 1 that I will always remember everything about you. So Iet me ask you just this one little favor. I wouldn't ask for more - please, Brett. Please.

Remember me. 

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"So...your partner...Mr. Chen has been committing a crime in his house, am I understanding this correctly?" An officer scratched his head as he sat down with Brett. 

Brett nodded anxiously, biting his lips. 

"And he has killed multiple people in his house and you were trying to run away..."

"Sir, there is no time. You need to send some officers to check my house, right now," Brett cut through the officer's lazy sentence, rushing his words. 

"Yes, of course, Mr. Yang. I have already sent some officers to your house. They are investigating. You are safe here. Completely safe," the officer reassured Brett, staring at Brett...in his soiled pants. 

Brett leaned backward in his chair, sighing deeply. All the energy seemed to have left him after he finally managed to confess everything to the police, something that was always discouraged because of his condition. Guilt panged through his heart but he knew this was the best for both of them - especially, for Eddy. 

Brett closed his eyes, relaxing a little. A few minutes past, what felt like hours. Brett heard a familiar voice in the station's entrance - the voice he would never be able to forget even with his cursed condition - 

"Officer." 

Brett flinched as the sound made his hair stand on end. So it seems that the police already arrested Eddy and was transporting him into the station. 

"Yes, Mr. Chen. Come sit here." 

Brett could only hear the voices from the secluded room in the back. Brett leaned toward the door, eavesdropping the conversation. 

"So he's here?" 

"Yes, Mr. Yang is safe here. We got a report from him that you were creating a series of murder in your house." 

A silence rang from the other side. 

And then, 

laughter. 

"Ahahahaha," the officer laughed as he banged on the desk. "Mr. Yang was all serious about it too. It almost got me, Mr. Chen, until I saw the file that he was suffering from early-onset Alzheimer's. Tragic, but it was interesting to see how a broken mind weaved up something so absurd." 

"He has been running out of house a lot lately. I'm sorry for all the inconvenience this might have caused, officer. I will make sure to look after him better," Eddy replied, chuckling. 

No.

Brett backed away from the door, trembling. 

No, no, no. 

"Are you ready to take him home, Mr. Chen?" 

"Definitely." 

Brett cowered to the corner of the room, pulling his knees in his arms. How much time does he have left? Not much, not much left. He could already feel his mind hazing as if a fog is creeping in his brain - 

"Brett." 

A door swung open. And there was his lover, his universe, his everything standing by the door, calling him sweetly. 

Brett looked up to meet that perfect brown eyes staring at him. Tears were falling down his cheek...

but why? 

Why was he crying? 

Eddy is here. Everything is safe again. Everything is going to be alright. 

"Brett?" Eddy asked softly as he touched Brett's wet cheek. 

"yes?" Brett whispered back. 

"What is my name?"

Brett's expression was unreadable. Brett overlapped his hand on Eddy's, lost in thought.

You can do it, Brett. You will remember.

Eddy sighed with relief when Brett replied with a childish grin.

"Eddy, Eddy Chen."

THE END

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-eykim28