The college has been busy for me lately...and in consequence, this story's updates suffered. I am going to rewrite this very soon, don't know the specifics of when will I post it here.
For the mean time, I am going to post some drafts I saved before going hiatus.
Entries I also written beforehand would be posted as paywalled chapters.
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PROLOGUE
I remembered reading one of my sister’s favorite stories with the starting words of - If given a chance to share an unforgettable memory... - and it made him see the same words in his eyes right after receiving an unexpected text message that day.
If given a chance to share an unforgettable memory with no choice but to share, my mind would undeniably go back to those years with him, lips freezing over which of these memories could be said aloud and which should stay unspoken.
My parents, especially my mother, assured me of one thing that is constant throughout grade school and the start of high school – he would never go back to their lives and get his hands on me again. Mostly, it was the truth, because it took him more than a decade to contact me.
He waited until my adulthood before contacting me, and maybe it was on purpose as it was just more than a year after my breakup with Rin.
I almost wanted to laugh, because if he already knew everything about him, then it means that he is already hindering me from trying another romantic relationship with Lotte as we decided we would try again once we reach 27 and are still single.
But, then again, he just proved how true his words are, no matter the circumstances.
The child of me that he conditioned rejoiced with this information, even though there are some lingering hints of abandonment, while I only feel dread knowing this text is just a fair warning, though I cannot deny the curiosity of what he will do this time.
Reading again the text I just received, my fingers immediately deleted it and the phone was smashed as it hits the wall. That’s when I noticed my hands shivering, even sweaty now that my senses are working.
I slowly sit on the floor, hands still shivering, and trying to relax my breathing.
I want to blame my parents, especially now that I know their past, for not ensuring this man to be gone from my life for good, with all the connection they have. But then again, he is also formidable and he wouldn’t have such a big reputation with no reason at all.
What would I do?
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I am not yet satisfied with this. Gonna edit it very soon once I finish my college work for this semester. Wish my productivity and motivation luck though.