Prolog
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So, I walk the same path as when I walked here with you. I'm not even sure if I'm going to my destination. But it seems, this leg can only remember where and where to go. And each of these steps becomes so familiar, of course I feel it. My memories of you won't fade so easily. Because I can always remember you every moment, every breath, every step of this step; your memories always follow me along. Not felt and even I'm not the least bit tired, after traveling an hour ... I arrived here, at the top of this hill .. I could see the magnificent view that stretched before my eyes - the pine forest below, the blue sky and the white clouds that stretched above it.
It looks a little different right? Unlike when we first came here ... At that time the black and gray clouds covered the sky, thick fog covered all the beautiful scenes before us. We are both soaking wet because of the heavy rain ... It's because we are both really good at taking risks, trying to travel here in cloudy and gloomy weather conditions.
We both close our eyes, hear the sound of rain drops, the current of water flowing down this hill, not like the sound of a woodpecking peck on the wood I hear now.
And somehow, I'm afraid to recall something else.
I hesitated for a moment when I arrived at the front door, what did I do? This really makes no sense. This is a joke, really funny, funny, and very funny. But, deep down ... I miss this place ... I miss everything ..
This empty room is still the same, even this wooden wall, the creaking of the floor, the chair is the same, the table is the same ... At least nothing has changed here ...
I walked around and looked around this small room, until my footsteps stopped at a small circle on the wooden floor.
Yes ... I jokingly carved our names together on this wooden floor; carved it with a happy smile. But you said that I'm stupid and immature for doing childish things like that. But I only reply to you with a big smile, because I feel very happy. You also smile right?
Then in the end you grabbed the knife from my hand and completed the last engraving. You carved a heart that covered the names of both of us.
You give me a pretty big smile and you think that's cute? Of course not ... But that doesn't mean that I don't like it.
These things are really childish and cliché. But I was very young at that time ... Is that a strong reason to justify my stupidity? I was not very broad-minded, but happiness was taken when I began to learn that life was not just for dreams and fantasies. That's because you grew up and I'm afraid that I'm not like that. I buried myself on the floor, lying staring at the empty ceiling of this room.
This place is so quiet ... I think so too.
The funny thing is, suddenly the memory of your smile that I hated the most at that moment crossed my mind. Yeah right, I've hated you for quite a long time ...
Because you are always evil; smiled when he saw me hurt .. But I realized how you are a demonic figure disguised as an angel. You made me fall for a moment, and resented you again. Because indeed you are magical, which somehow you can change my hatred feelings into love. And I'm still wondering, what spell you actually used to captivate me at that time. The beginning of our meeting, do you remember how many times we fought? Of course every time we are together. Arguing from the smallest to the most serious. Ironically, I really enjoy when fighting with you. I really want to punch your face at that time; even though my hand will get hurt after that.
You hurt me when you are surrounded by burning emotions; You used a pen to hit my forehead, slap me out of excitement, and pull me recklessly out of happiness. In the end, I will be physically hurt and tell you. And then you will apologize to me, and the funny thing is I immediately forgive you without even a second thinking about my arm that still hurts because of your hand.
Damn you! And you spontaneously stroked my arm you hit. I'm not even sure if it can ease the pain; all I know is that I like that feeling. And I will hate you because you are a jerk! How many tears must I shed because of you? How many times have you apologized? And how many times do I have to say it's okay though? Just like how many times I have to apologize ...
And how many times have you refused my apologies ... But that's fine, we're always fine.
And I remember that night, you hugged me so tightly. You tightened your arms to this small body, and somehow I felt comfortable with them. We both stared at the stars that scattered so much in the sky that night. I didn't know what to think, and that was the beginning of a bitter experience in my youth.
You're so mean! Always sweeping my feet until I slip and the more tightly hugged you. At that time you stole all my attention .. You're evil because you always play with my heart ... You know that I've fallen in love with someone else; but you taught me to let go ... And why doesn't that apply to you? You don't teach me at all how to let you go; even if yes ... I won't study that ...
I remember all the places we've been to ... The thing that made the most impression was your room; where I remember very well the scent of your body .. And also my room, you left your body scent there too. And I will never forget the first time your lips touched mine. You do it casually and temporarily me; I can only be stunned without knowing how to repay.
You are a jerk! How dare you steal my first kiss without asking permission first. And I don't really remember who ended up together that night. The sun rises and I open my eyes; I was dazed about the view in front of me.
"Who are you? Why did you end up here with your eyes closed? Are you sleeping? And how can we lay together here ... Then slowly you open your eyes and give you a beautiful smile that I have never seen before; I was fascinated by your handsome face.
"Alfa ..." You started calling my name in a soft voice ... Then for a moment I began to sink to the deepest bottom.
You ... You must be a guide for all this stored memory.
Your eyes are the password to access all our old storylines. Your voice might be access to reopen every memory we both remember.
With your face so close to me ... I remember how long we were together, how I met you, I aged along with you, and how I lost you.
I know, maybe all of our memories for others are abstract things that violate nature and natural law. But to me not ...
Because each of these pain and memories has been a long lasting impression when the fabric of our love story begins .. Until now, I smile .. But my heart is hurt ...
But......
I want to know, are you also hurt like me?
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