LONG FORGOTTEN
LONG FORGOTTEN
"Get away from me."
I was about to grab his arm when he turned around to face me, his eyes piercing through me, as if he was staring straight at my soul.
My lost and lonely soul.
"Why do you keep on following me everywhere?"
I could feel my eyes welling with tears but I fought them back with difficulty.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"You really don't...?"
He rolled his eyes impatiently and folded his arms across his chest.
"So you were saying that we're newly weds, I already broke up with my past girlfriend, I got into a car accident and lost my memories? Is that it?"
I nodded my head.
"You remember now?"
"..."
He started laughing so hard, making me cringe. I didn't like the sound of it.
"You must be joking! Are you possibly insane?"
His words hurt me.
"No, o-of course not--"
"Listen, you. I'm not the one who lost my mind here. It's you. I don't remember getting into a car accident, it was a brawl. That's what Yuri said."
"She's lying! You shouldn't believe what she tells you!"
"Don't you ever. Call her. A liar."
His tone of voice was venomous, edgy. I was completely taken aback.
"P-Please, Minho, you have to trust me--"
"Trust you? And why would I trust a total stranger like you?"
The tears finally started streaming down my face, making me choke and gasp.
I couldn't get him to convince me.
He wouldn't believe me.
He wouldn't place his trust in me.
He doesn't remember.
He doesn't want to remember.
There's no hope.
"Don't cry, dammit..."
He passed a hand over his face in frustration and sighed heavily.
"First of all, I am not gay. Do you understand?"
"I--"
I didn't know how to respond to that.
"See? You know I'm not."
That's not it, I wanted to say. My mouth remained shut.
He reached for his pocket and handed me his handkerchief to me. I took it hesitantly and gently wiped my tears, inhaling the scent of the cloth.
"Your cologne... it's sandalwood."
He glanced at me, his eyes widened in surprise.
"How do you know?"
"I told you.."
I looked into his eyes with courage and spoke.
"You may not remember me, Choi Minho, but you know me very well. I know everything about you, too. We have already married, devoted our lives to one another. You entrusted me your whole life and being, to me, Lee Taemin. But you don't believe it. You prefer not to. You're living a lie, Minho. But I will chase you to the ends of the earth, even if it risks my life, just to make you remember me, love me once again."
I was about to grab his arm when he turned around to face me, his eyes piercing through me, as if he was staring straight at my soul.
My lost and lonely soul.
"Why do you keep on following me everywhere?"
I could feel my eyes welling with tears but I fought them back with difficulty.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"You really don't...?"
He rolled his eyes impatiently and folded his arms across his chest.
"So you were saying that we're newly weds, I already broke up with my past girlfriend, I got into a car accident and lost my memories? Is that it?"
I nodded my head.
"You remember now?"
"..."
He started laughing so hard, making me cringe. I didn't like the sound of it.
"You must be joking! Are you possibly insane?"
His words hurt me.
"No, o-of course not--"
"Listen, you. I'm not the one who lost my mind here. It's you. I don't remember getting into a car accident, it was a brawl. That's what Yuri said."
"She's lying! You shouldn't believe what she tells you!"
"Don't you ever. Call her. A liar."
His tone of voice was venomous, edgy. I was completely taken aback.
"P-Please, Minho, you have to trust me--"
"Trust you? And why would I trust a total stranger like you?"
The tears finally started streaming down my face, making me choke and gasp.
I couldn't get him to convince me.
He wouldn't believe me.
He wouldn't place his trust in me.
He doesn't remember.
He doesn't want to remember.
There's no hope.
"Don't cry, dammit..."
He passed a hand over his face in frustration and sighed heavily.
"First of all, I am not gay. Do you understand?"
"I--"
I didn't know how to respond to that.
"See? You know I'm not."
That's not it, I wanted to say. My mouth remained shut.
He reached for his pocket and handed me his handkerchief to me. I took it hesitantly and gently wiped my tears, inhaling the scent of the cloth.
"Your cologne... it's sandalwood."
He glanced at me, his eyes widened in surprise.
"How do you know?"
"I told you.."
I looked into his eyes with courage and spoke.
"You may not remember me, Choi Minho, but you know me very well. I know everything about you, too. We have already married, devoted our lives to one another. You entrusted me your whole life and being, to me, Lee Taemin. But you don't believe it. You prefer not to. You're living a lie, Minho. But I will chase you to the ends of the earth, even if it risks my life, just to make you remember me, love me once again."
10/13/13