Could You Forget We Ever Met?

Could You Forget We Ever Met? Takano Masamune Volume 1 Chapter 1: Being Alone isn’t lonely *** I finally got to sleep with him, my crush, the man of my dreams, however he’s blindfolded and imagines another person is in my place… “Ngh… Emily…” When I heard him moan her name while he was inside me, I felt like there was a large lump inside my throat, I tried to speak but he somehow sensed it and held my mouth shut. This was all my idea… because I made use of his feelings for Emily but I knew he could never have her, I convinced him to sleep with me in her place… What a horrible decision that was… “I’m sorry… I can’t do it after all… you’re… not her.” He slowly took his blind fold off, and looked at me. I wondered what was so good about Emily that I couldn’t compare to her. I stood up trying to save face. “It’s fine, you know, we tried. I guess getting over your first love isn’t that easy, huh… I’d imagine I’d feel the same if I was in your position.” I spoke too fast and took far too small of breaths in between sentences. I tried to hide my nervousness but it didn’t seem possible. I needed to leave or tears would be falling down my face right now. “Will you… be at the wedding too?” Dimitri asked with a sullen voice, I could tell seeing me half naked made him contemplate his choices. “Uh… well I wasn’t really invited, we weren’t that close…” I explained, Emily was Dimitri’s first love, and Dimitri is my first love… However now that we’re in our twenties, Emily is getting married to another man. I was actually invited to her wedding but I won’t attend… because she took him from me without even knowing it… Because Emily is amazing, and beautiful, and everyone likes her… she gets everything, she has everything. And the worst part is that she’s genuinely such a good person that I can’t even get mad at her for attracting everything good in this life. “She didn’t invite you… I guess she has that side of her too… Let me send you off.” Dimitri stood up and opened the door for me. I felt awkward as I left. I was so rushed I had put my slippers on the wrong feet. I still felt his hot touch on my skin and yet my entire body ran cold when I remembered him saying her name… What did I expect really? That the love he’s held for her from childhood until now would suddenly disappear if he slept with me? Maybe that’s exactly what I hoped for… Dreams are free but when reality crashes into them, it hurts… and this… hurts the most… “Are you crying?” Suddenly a child walks up to me with a pair of large blue eyes that looked almost like an ocean even under the street lamp. “Huh?” When I looked at the kid I finally took note of my surroundings. I had been walking in the cold without so much as a coat on, in my mismatched slippers and I’d just stumbled onto this bench to cry while waiting for a bus that didn’t even come to that side of the neighbourhood… “Um… kind of… a little bit.” I said as I looked at te child since I was hunched over too busy crying, we were meeting at eye level. “Oh… so you’re a baby! A baby!” Suddenly the kid started chuckling and yelling. “You–!! Little brat with no manners! Where are your parents?! Huh?!” I couldn’t keep my composure. Getting dumped was one thing but being made fun of by a child was rock bottom. “Ha-ha! Crybaby just like Astro! You can't solve your problems by crying! That’s what daddy always says!” The kid continued, he barely spoke proper sentences he looked to be about first grade if not pre-school. A tiny frame and a very squeaky voice for a small boy. “So what do I care what your dad says?” I argued back, seriously… I’m twenty five this year and I’m beefing with a child on the side of the road. How more embarrassed can I get? “You have to face your fewes!” The child spoke. “Face my what?” I tilted my head to the side. “Face your fewes! What you fewes!” Now the kid was getting annoyed, maybe he had a speech impediment. “It’s’ fears, Charlie. Now come here and stop bothering people… I leave you for five minutes to take a call and you run off like that?” Suddenly the child’s dad appears, and unlike the annoying brat, he looked handsome and accomplished. There was a very refined air to him as he picked up the kid with one hand. Moving closer to me he was basically towering over his surroundings, he must be at least 6 feet! “You said to help when someone cries!” Charlie complained. His father sighed heavily as he responded. “I meant children your age…” “Um…” I didn’t really know what to do anymore. “I’m really sorry. Charlie, apologize for the inconvenience.” He spoke softly and yet with an air of authority, not only towards his kid but towards me as well. “Sowy for the incon… inconwinience!” Charlie said proudly. “We will work on that… you did good!” The father patted the boy;s head and put him back down ont he ground. “Right… I’ll head back now.” I just wanted to cry for a bit and I get these people interrupting me. “Wait!” Charlie grabbed onto my pants, since it was all he could reach and tugged at them harshly. “Hey, don’t do that. Stop.” Charlie’s father chimed in. “But, sad is bad.” Charlie seemed to speak more babylike suddenly, I felt like while his father wasn’t there he spoke with a bit more assurance. Is he doing it on purpose? “I know but we can’t do much here…” The man outstretched his hands and caressed my cheek, but I’m sure it was just him wiping away my tears. Somehow his touch really reminded me of Dimitri… It was so familiar, large cold hands that held me. Before I understood what was happening I started bawling my eyes out again, or rather this time it was worse than before. I was crying to much I felt like I would throw up. “Are you okay?!” The man was probably shocked and the child maybe even terrified of this random person crying all of a sudden. Then before I noticed it I felt it… a hug. “Don’t cry.” This man I had never met before in my life was consoling me, holding my shaking shoulders in the cold wind… and my face was squished into his chest, his long brown coat smelled like cinnamon, I wonder if that’s his cologne… Next thing I knew I was sitting at a restaurant with this father and son duo and my eyes were hurting from all the rubbing I did to try to stop my tears from falling. Now my face was red, my eyes were swollen, my voice was hoarse all because… “Why a hot chocolate?” I asked out loud, though I meant to just think it but the words somehow slipped out of my lips. “It’s the best cuwe for sadness!” The kid spoke up with his face covered in ice cream. “Yeah, that’s right. So go ahead and drink up.” The father leaned back, he’d only ordered a black coffee for himself. It kind of suited him, that kind of bitter and mysterious drink. It made him look cool somehow… what..>? I must be looking my mind to think that, he’s.... “...handsome…” I mumbled without thinking. The realization dawned on me quickly…