You glanced outside the car's window. The tall buildings and busy intersections passing your way made the scenery.
"Manuel? How long till we arrive?" You asked the older gentleman in the driver's seat.
"In about 20 minutes my lady." He politely answered.
You gave out a weary sigh. Cupping your face with your left hand, you placed an elbow on the window pane to get into a much comfortable position, you stared back outside. You've just came back from England, the place where most of your memories came into view. Funny. You thought to yourself. You can't remember anything about your childhood or even the house where you grew up. Your memories were restored with the help of England's top neurosurgeons and psychiatrists. But none of them ever mentioned anything about your time in Japan. Usually you're not the type to meddle into things and dig out past events that were meant to be forgotten (as your parents have told you every time you asked them about your hometown). But it's your life for crying out loud. There was a nagging feeling inside of you telling you that something was missing. A part of you that you want to rediscover. And that was why you came back. To find out what really happened two years ago.
The car stopped briefly on a red light. Your eyes wandered off until they settled on a basketball street court just across. You felt a familiar yet distant feeling. Anxiously you shifted in your seat with both hands placed on the window. Your heart was pumping with excitement. 'Wait. What? That's weird.' You thought to yourself. Indeed it was a such an odd behavior since you were raised to be a piano-playing, classical music loving and reserved type of gal and not in the least sporty.. or at least that's what you've been told. And in retrospect, you came to believed that since you could still skillfully play the piano even after the accident. You fell back on your seat trying to calm down.
"Umm.. do you play basketball, Manuel?" You mused, acting as nonchalant as possible.
The old-timer eyed you cautiously through the front mirror, quite taken back from your question "I did back then, miss." He replied, sadness in his voice.
"I see." You didn't say anything further afraid to sound nosy.
"You should rest my lady. It must've been a long day for you." Manuel told you.
"Alright." You replied slouching in your seat but stared back out the window nonetheless. 'I'm going to find out the truth about everything.' You said to yourself with much determination.
Author's note: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke nor the pictures I've posted. However, the story line and other minor characters depicted in the story that's no from KNB are mine. Please don't copy my stories and claim them as your own.
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Remember Me [Kuroko No Basuke Love Story]
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