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 179


The sun was a golden hue slowly turning into the orange of a raw egg yoke. I felt Aoi’s body pressed up against mine as we lay there side by side like spoons on the evening grass.

The sun lazily dipped below the horizon, ever so slowly. I remembered her soft voice telling me how gorgeous the scenery was.

Funny now that I thought about it that at the moment I hadn’t really paid close attention to the scenery. The rustling of the leaves in the tree. The sonatas of the evening crickets. The cool dampness of grass bed on our backs. The happy warmth of the sunset.

At that moment I had only given my full attention to Aoi and her gentle embrace. I knew every inch of her body like my own. I had been trying to remember everything about her but ironically the memory of her was growing fuzzy, as desperately as I try to recall it now.

All I remember clearly was the scenery. All I know is how different was the Aoi I held close to the Aoi sleeping silently next to me in this hospital.


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