MEMORIES (BL)

My name is Chris

I'm 21 years old.

I have a friend named Isaac.

When I was 19 years old, I had a car accident in which I lost my memories.

When I was still in my hospital bed, so many people came to see me.

Some said they were my parents, some where saying they were my friends.

But I couldn't even remember any one of them.

Then, he.. *long pause*

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Isaac came in.

He was panting.

His voice was shaking when he called me "Chris".

I don't know why but I asked him "Who are you? "

Maybe...

Maybe I shouldn't have asked him that..

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His face turned pale after hearing me, his eyes began to tear up.

Even before I could ask him why he was like that or console him, he ran away out of the room.

Some of the people around me introducing themselves as my friends ran away after him.

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"Who is he? "

I repeated the question to those people who introduced themselves as my parents.

"He is your childhood friend."

That woman replied.

Childhood friends? Then why did he act as if I have done something bad to him by asking who he was?

Is it necessary for him to have that much of reaction? Aren't we just friends?

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Those thoughts were lingering inside me.

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I decided to ask them all to him, when we see each other again.

But when we met again, he ignored me?

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WHY???

Him ignoring me.. made me feel my heart ache.

I didn't knew what was going on with me.

But it really did made my heart ache.

Slowly he began to fall apart from the friend circle.

He stopped going to the college?

We were just starting our second year in college and he already had dropped out.

Moreover he hadn't told anything to any of us his "Friends" about his dropping out of college.

No one knew why he did that.

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My heart was feeling heavy when I returned to home that day.

I still remember.

I went to my room and took a long cold bath.

My mind was filled with his pale face and trembling body.

I don't know why I couldn't forget that look of him.

He didn't told me anything too.

I wanted to hear him calling my name again.

Because I don't know why, him calling me "Chris" felt so blissful to my ears.

But, he hadn't talk one word to me after that day in the hospital.

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Two years have passed.

I got a phone call from Jerome, who is one of our friend. (Both Isaac's and mine)

He said, Isaac will get discharged from the asylum today and everyone else in the friend circle was going to visit him.

I said, I will go with them too.

What happened?

Why he was send to an asylum?

I was confused.

Maybe something is still missing.

Is it my fault?

I kept asking myself.

Is it my fault what he is facing right now?

But I didn't do anything at all.

I lost my memories.

It wasn't my fault to start with.

Even if I lost my memories, he could still fill it up for me. Right?

Why didn't he do that?

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My mind told me, every question I have for him will get answered today by himself.

As the car stopped in front of the asylum, my heart began to rise it's rate.

I don't know, why am I feeling really nervous right now.

Isaac, I'm coming for you.

I have lots of unfinished questions which only you can answer.

Who are you to me?

Why am I being this restless towards you?

You owe me an answer.

I hope I can get all my answers today itself.

-End-

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