secondhand memories: the novel

an on-going serial cell phone novel in English. a simple story about a high school love. one loses their memories.

Chapter 68

We were sitting now.

I had my head buried in my hands, exhausted from shouting, screaming, and from mind-numbing fear.

What would I do without her? She has been so much of my life that I can’t bear to think of an answer.

I want to do something. Anything for her. Why couldn’t I save her? Why am I just sitting here? There was nothing I can do. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing I was doing.

Useless. I heard a voice echo in my head. Useless.

I would much rather be crying. But I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t feel anything.

Why? Why wasn’t I crying? I want to feel pain, I want someone to yell at me, tell me to my face that it was my fault. I want someone to hit me.

Stealing a glance around, all my friends too had their heads hung. They all rushed here in the middle of the night upon hearing the news.

Miko and Juria were breaking down in tears. Yusuke, Akira and Soshi were in a corner still as statues. A few seats down, Aoi’s parents were there, now quiet. It was all deathly still. Takashi, who was next to me kept turning to glance at me, wondering if I was okay.

I wasn’t sure I was okay. But I didn’t care. I just wanted Aoi to be fine. I just wanted to see her warm smile again. I just wanted to hug her and hold her tight.

Is that such an impossible wish?

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