Unnamed Memory

Wet dark hair looks more glossy than usual.

Normally, the hair reaching the hips of the owners was draped unconstitutionally from the bedside to the floor at that time.

The boy puts his finger on the forehead of a woman who is falling asleep in depression.

"You're not going to dry it? I think I'm gonna catch a cold."

"Mmm... leave it dry"

"How?"

Usually she magically dries her own hair and his, but naturally she can't possibly do that to him. Raju was a cloth on her back for now and began to take water from his wife's hair. I would have dried myself where I touched my scalp directly. Pompous and warm. He touched the tip of his cold hair and glanced at him.

"Here, Tinasha. Wake up and dry. Because I catch a cold."

Though I said that and gently pulled my hair, that doesn't wake me up as expected.

Originally she had trouble sleeping and waking up. Sometimes I let myself stay up late, and Raju decided to go back to the task of getting the water and air, but realized that there was no point. Pull with cheeks instead of hair.

"Get up, get up, get up. Just a little bit."

".................. ugh"

"Wake up, Tinasha"

"... you can do it yourself... please structure it properly..."

She seems to be totally in love. The boy, who had never used magic or anything else, looked into the woman's ear when he sighed heavily.

White skin. I crawl and mouth my fingers from the noose to the back of my ear.

A hot exhalation zeroed from the lips of a woman who was almost asleep as she added a caress to tickle. Tickle and tremble when you sweet bite your ears.

"Ugh... Oscar, please don't"

- - When the air freezes, maybe this is what you say.

Raju thought about that calmly in one corner of his head, but one corner was really just the corner. A strange sensation spreads that pulls the opposite, like blood up your head.

He shrugged in the woman's ear, almost asleep, I guess, with boiling and shaking emotions.

"Tinasha, who is it?"

Low, quiet voice.

But I guess that stimulated her hearing and moved her thinking. Tinasha jumped up after a few moments. A round eye gazes at Raju.

"Oh, uh... uh, me, did I just say something?

"Who, the man"

"Ah... uh?

It's like a snowfield. The air flows between us.

Tinasha, who was making a strong smile, turned pale enough to look back at her young husband's eyes and see no more.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

A witch's utterly screaming sounds far above the earth.

Tinasha, floating in the night sky, was stunned with her head in her own lapse. An uncontrolled magic scatters electric light around you.

"I was asleep! I was asleep! Accidentally!"

No matter how much excuse you make, the other person is not around. After the silence, he said "good night" and left the room.

Tinasha scratches her already dry hair with her ten fingers .

"Why would you do that?! Isn't it that guy who's coming back step by step!

He didn't even like to be touched until he got married six months ago, but lately he sometimes touches her as if he's back in time. Sleeping, she had shallow dreams that brought back old memories - irrevocable failures. Maybe he's very angry.

"Also, I don't know if I'll be back in time... Ugh"

The hour is already late, even if I regret it while half crying. Tinasha began to take her knees and think seriously about how to apologize.

Something I can't sleep with when I'm too angry.

Raju, who could not sleep a single night in a harsh manner, had left the holiday alone in the castle capital.

Until that happened yesterday, it was a day off I was going to spend with her.

But honestly, I'm not sure I can stay calm face-to-face with Tinasha right now. As a result, he is supposed to spend an objectively unproductive time strolling the stall-lined square with a grumpy face.

The square is a mixture of appetizing scents from shops everywhere, crowded by many, but I wonder if anyone looks as unfathomable as they are. That's about it, Raju couldn't forget what his wife said last night.

"I didn't cheat!" She claimed, "but I don't doubt that point. Tinasha is perfect for him six months after marriage, and he's either doing chores or reading books during the day.

Then I guess the name she called is the name of the other husband she was once married to. I don't think anyone else touched her that way.

I can't change what happened in the past, and I don't think I can help blaming it, but I also think, "Have you forgotten what happened ninety years ago yet?" Not to mention the fact that I was mistaken for myself in the bedroom. Raju glanced at Raju as his unproductive anger aroused a headache.

Exhaling loudly, he sits on a stone staircase that was nearby.

"Don't flatter me?

That's when the familiar voice was called from behind.

Looking back, a white girl I met one day in the city near the fort looks down at him with a bouquet of flowers, just like then. Raju remembered the name of the girl who sees herself from the top of the bunk a while later.

"Er... Cassandra, is that it?

"Yes. That? See you again?

"Again. You know Tinasha."

The girl rounds her eyes when she makes the point. But the only thing that looks like a girl is her appearance, and she's actually over a hundred years old too. Raju sighed feeling somewhat uninterrupted.

"Don't you remember me? You don't remember much of the old days."

"Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don't."

"Do you remember about a hundred years ago?

"A hundred years...? Yeah, about you and Tinasha."

"Hmm?"

I think there was something wrong with the conversation.

Raju tilted his neck wide to the right. The matching girl leans her neck in the same way.

"About me?

"About you"

"A hundred years ago?

"A hundred years ago"

Defeat her neck to the left and she will defeat it in the same direction. It's called words and deeds and a good trick, and Raju has blown out looking like he's dealing with a child or a mirror.

"I wasn't born. Like a hundred years ago."

Probably confusing nearly two years ago with a hundred years ago. Cassandra looks strange to the boy who laughs bitterly.

"Same, isn't it? A perverted king. About you."

"... Huh?

I don't know what she's talking about.

I don't know, but I felt "something" and Raju stopped laughing. I have a headache. Hold down the temples.

"What about me... that? You know about me?............... name or something"

Why did you hear the name?

That's because I had a hunch.

I know, I have a feeling.

Cassandra regains the bouquet of flowers in her arms. Drop your eyes on a white petal. That's how she thought about it for a while.

You were called Oscar by Tinasha.

And I gave it back.

In the end it was not a conclusion as to how to apologize.

I would have to seriously flat apologize because it wasn't. Tinasha, who was in cold water in the bathroom, drips back to her bedroom disappointed.

- "He" and "he" are the same and different beings.

What happens if you raise the same person in a different environment, and there are differences like that sample.

And she loves both of them, including similarities and differences. It is next to him that is what she wants, and there is nothing there if we are to lose him.

The loss of ninety years must have greatly affected me not to ask for him more than I could control myself. I know I'm a little crazy right now, but I can't help it. This inclination may have had to be slowly healed by his presence.

"Let's start with, sorry, a thousand times..."

Tinasha, who was shriveled wet as she wondered what if she didn't come back, jumped up because the bedroom door opened and her husband came back. I try to jump as usual, remind myself of how things work and how wet I am.

Raju looked all over his wife like a wet cat with cold eyes.

"... if you wipe"

"Ah, ahh. Yes."

I was going to apologize. I got pissed off about something else from the arrow tip.

Tinasha uses magic to remove water from her body, and then also dries the bedside, which has become damp. A boy with a sigh sat next to him in the meantime.

"Why are you cold? I've been blurry for hours."

"No, I was in the water..."

"I'll catch a cold."

"Shh, excuse me"

Raju's finger hits Tinasha's ear. The fingertips felt very hot because of the cold cut all over my body. Usually a large hand with a sword wraps around a room of hair still wet.

"So... who did you mistake me for yesterday?

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Sorry!"

"No, that's fine... The person you were married to before?

"Sorry!"

"Can't you forget yet?

"Sorry!"

"Are you listening to me?

"... sorry"

If they ask me if I will not forget, I will only be able to answer "I will not forget".

I can't forget. As long as she's her.

Think of him - because that's her, eternal resting place that goes through time.

Tinasha falls disappointed and silent.

Whatever you say is going to hurt his mood. I honestly don't know what to do. Should I give you my sword now and say "whatever you want"?

When her thoughts leapt to that point, she raised her face to the warmth that was coming through.

When I look, my husband sitting next to me silently takes her hair and slips his fingers. - - She suddenly saw her hair dry from the touch tip of that finger.

He smiles invincibly when he realizes that gaze.

"Reflected? Be careful next time."

Unmistakable eyes. That tone.

Tinasha stares at her husband so much that she has a hole.

Usually haunting the stiff boyish air, he... somehow held onto his adult naive appearance.

Know what that means and the witch opens her mouth wide.

"Oscar! Why!? Since when?

"From daytime. I met Cassandra. You're still a strange woman."

"Did you make fun of me!? Terrible!"

"It was so dimpled and cute."

A forged arm holds her when she jumps as she twists. Tinasha closed her eyes in unshakeable warmth. Fingers combing my hair. Lips that touch your ears. A low voice stains deep into your body.

"Did I make you wait?

With just that one word, the man rules her. Get her unconscious.

Perhaps that will remain the same all the time.

Whether he forgets it or himself, Tinasha can be so sure. He said everything about himself belongs to him.

The witch does so and returns to the king.

After the life of a man in between, he returns to the place where he should be.

Neither of us knows yet where the end of a long journey lies.

But the journey is happiness, and they cross the continent unknowingly.

When she let go of her face just a little bit, she laughed like a flower. Face and mouth on the man's cheek.

"No, not at all? - - My king."

As the witch clasped her husband's ear with a slight return of interest, Oscar, holding her to his knees, rang his throat and laughed.