Unnamed Memory

On nights when the moon glows, she often wants to return to the rubble tower.

That would be because the ceiling of the tower's bedroom is vitreous, from which you can look at the moonlight.

Even when she was trapped in a bird cage, she said she only liked the ceiling in that room, still leaning back on a wide sleeping table and looking up at the vitreous ceiling.

Back in the bedroom, the man sitting next to her strokes the head.

"What's so funny?

"No, I feel so nostalgic."

Tinasha smiled and gave it back to her lover, but changed her expression to see if she noticed anything. When he wakes up with a strange face, he reaches for him.

The man took a bitter smile at the hand that lifted his forehead. Tinasha tilts her neck gently.

"- Are you back?

"Oh."

Having been complaining of a headache for a few days now, he unexpectedly remembered his original memory in the bathroom where he had left her.

I don't know how many more awakenings I'm going to have. But that moment always makes him feel strange.

When Oscar held the body of the jumping woman, he smeared it on her forehead, on her cheeks. Tinasha narrows her eyes inadvertently.

Looks similar to a cat who can stroke his throat. But even then, I was sure she remembered the nervousness.

Oscar squirts small at the kind of woman who is prepared to be pissed off.

"What. What's up?"

"Is this about ten days of sermon? Too arbitrary."

"I do have a lot to say."

A woman who tried to make her walk the path as a person into a gap where her memory and powers were lost from him.

That wasn't a decision to accompany his will, but Oscar had a good understanding of what she was thinking and doing to me.

He holds a thin limb from behind as he sits the woman's body between his knees. A blue eye looked up at the moon in the night sky over the ceiling of the vitreous.

Silent time is always warm and bitter when we are together.

Oscar closes his eyes and deposits his forehead on his wife's shoulder. The sigh became a word.

"Never again."

Tinasha's body trembles at the words that give her the nail.

Fears similar to child anxiety. Oscar put his strength into his arms to reassure him of it.

The first opportunity when the road is about to be divided makes me feel uneasy that I have overcome and still will not disappear.

He tied together memories of the distracted years of truth that he had never said before.

"You... one day the happiest time I've ever lived, remember?

"When was the happiest time?

Tinasha's voice seemed suspicious.

"I don't know," she replies after a while of thinking.

"Because I have been so happy. You know, when I liked you, when I had kids."

"Right."

"How could you do that?

'Cause I remember.

Tinasha wandered around trying to turn to the bittersweet mixed words.

But he won't let it keep her body intact. Only at this time was I resistant to seeing her face.

Did Tinasha detect his shaking, or when he exhales, he deposits that back with the man.

"When are you talking about?

"It's about the first night you came back. Become a little superior demon."

"Oh."

She was a toddler then who didn't have a lot of original memories either, but I guess she can think of that now, including that. Signs of smiling bitterly came through.

Oscar continues with a mouthful of her dark hair.

"I've never been happier that night. You're the one who should have lost it.

- Not only that, I knew I'd never lose you forever. "

Until then, I feared that it might be my own delusion, even if repeated memories could be drawn.

But the truth is, when she came back, Oscar was convinced of her destiny.

Neither she nor herself will be mourned in the true sense.

He made the perversion - sincerely, joyfully.

"I'm the one who decided to break Elteria. But in the end, I deviated from you because of that.

I dragged you into this pervert. I was so happy then, knowing that. "

"Oscar."

"Though I kept my mouth shut because I thought I could tell.... I'm sorry"

Difficult thought.

There is a glimmer of stupidity in him that has lived as a king.

I don't want eternal raw. He just didn't want to lose her forever.

So Tinasha didn't even have to get lost because of haha.

He welcomed the two deviant paths from their beginning.

Joy involves as much bitterness as it is greater.

The man who vomited to keep quiet the whole time drowned his head to make a atonement. I hold my finger tangled with my wife's finger.

Tinasha grabbed that finger back gently.

Moonlight downpouring blue sleeping table. The two heterogeneities make each other lean in like they should.

"That's why it's okay. Don't ever do that again. Don't leave me."

"Oscar."

Clear voices remain the same no matter how long.

He nodded at the calls he heard more than once. In her loose arms, the woman looks back.

Darker black eyes than that, like condensed the night.

Oscar looked back at the eyes that made him feel so much.

Fantasy like all the cold air is connected to the past. The countless things I've put down with the many I've gotten over have soaked up the silence.

The two immutable bearers looked at each other with sincere eyes.

A single wing that shares the same thing and flies. Tinasha smiles all the time and takes his hand and mouths it with respect to its back.

Deep thoughts on all that trickery, she whispered.

"Me, too, as long as you're around."

A journey that will one day end.

It is still uncertain whether the time will come for the two equally.

Hoping to keep her hand at her end if she could just do it, Oscar softly held Tinasha's soft cuddle.