Forget; Hurt/Comfort Bingo
Title: Forget
Prompt: Parting Ways
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Amnesia (temporarily), fail hurt/comfort
Summary: Sometimes, he'd rather remember than forget. This was not one of those times.
Notes: Based on the song "The Dream and the Cherry Blossom Tree" by Miku Hatsune.
Red had to laugh at the insanity of all of this-he couldn’t really remember what he had done this past summer. In fact, the only thing he could see, if he attempted to look at those memories, is a vague blur of green and yellow.
He was almost certain that the blur he was thinking of was a man, a person that he had maybe liked more than he should have. However, Red couldn’t get any more details than that, as his head would start pounding uncontrollably whenever he tried to think of those times.
He had a feeling that those times were pleasant, however, as he seemed to have just forgotten and not tried to repress the memories.
Looking at the scenery itself, he could vividly remember it, and that only made part of him ache even more-he wanted the memories of the person, of the events. Instead, he was only left with sceneries that didn’t explain all that much.
One event, he was certain, was watching fireworks. He had a feeling that he was “allowed” to remember this event, as the scene wouldn’t have made sense otherwise. There was some type of warmth, and he remembered the beauty of each display of fireworks.
The explosion of color in the sky, the pictures created-Red loved that the most about summers in general. He also loved both the American Independence Day and New Years Eve because of that reason.
The only other thing he could remember was a peculiar bird flying by them every time he spent time with that mysterious person. He could see it clearly, as it was an exotic bird that he wouldn’t have believed existed had he not seen it for himself.
“I would like my memory back, of those days we spent together,” he said to no one in particular. As if there was someone responding to him, his memories of that summer started to flow. The memories repressed (or maybe forgotten) started to become vivid, clear. Almost too clear, Red had to admit.
It hurt, having all of this information being suddenly poured into his brain, but he accepted it as best as he could. It didn’t matter, as Red knew he’d have these memories anyway, even if he found that he didn’t want it.
The name, the mysterious person’s physical appearance and personality, all came to him. He remembered the person’s name, he remembered the kindness he was shown. Above all, he remembered being in love with Link.
“I… I love… him,” he whispered, trying hard to not cry. Instead, the tears only came faster, telling him that his attempt to remain indifferent was failing. It had hurt to think of those things, but he knew by personal experience that it was better to remember these bittersweet memories than to forget everything.
However, this conviction only lasted for a moment, as he realized that he rather be ignorant of this for his whole life instead of having a taste of what could have been his. It was as if something was ripping him from the inside, and he hated (despised) that feeling.
Standing under the sakura tree, which hadn’t really bloomed, he remembered watching the others dance in the Bon Odori, wishing to join in but not wanting to embarrass himself. Red could remember the other’s encouragement, telling him that he would be there every step of the dance.
Link had kept his promise, dancing (or, more like, fumbling in an attempt to imitate those who knew what they were doing) for that song, and more. Red was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t last as long as Link-he had to sit down about halfway through that one song; he wasn’t sure what the song was called, but it required a lot of energy (considering the length of the song.)
Red closed his eyes, returning to the present. He couldn’t help but wish that he could live within those times, and not only remember them. He wanted to, so badly, go back to them, and he knew he couldn’t. He knew that he would never see Link ever again.
If it was anything to go by, Link had heavily implied that he wouldn’t be returning and that in itself made Red miserable. At least, when he didn’t have those memories, he could pretend that he was happy, that he remembered happy times, times that should be cherished. Yes, he did cherish those memories, but he wasn’t happy with them.
He wasn’t happy with just having memories of what he wished for but could not get.
He forced his eyes open, to take in the scenery before him, and he realized that he was in the exact spot the two of them were in when Link told him that they wouldn’t be seeing each other for a long while. He had been here before that, with simpler, sweeter memories that included fishing.
However, this place brought no consolation for Red; it only brought upon pain and confusion. In fact, he was confused by Link’s last words to him. Part of him ached for an explanation, and part of him didn’t want to solve the enigma (granted, it was a small part of him, insignificant.)
He remembered those words that would forever haunt him in a painful yet sweet way, those words that effectively shattered his memories of things he wanted. Above all, he remembered the other’s expression-something sad yet hopeful, as if Link didn’t want to do what he did, but had hope for what could happen eventually.
He couldn’t help but wish that they would meet again, going against what Link had implied throughout their last conversation, the last time he had seen that boy before losing his memories (but that only happened to be temporary.)
If anything, he could wish to meet the other before that eventuality happened-he didn’t want to wait, and he wanted to see Link again, as he loved him more than he should. Red knew that he wouldn’t truly move on, and would most likely never marry (or date) because he loved Link too much.
“May we meet under this sky again.”
Prompt: Parting Ways
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Amnesia (temporarily), fail hurt/comfort
Summary: Sometimes, he'd rather remember than forget. This was not one of those times.
Notes: Based on the song "The Dream and the Cherry Blossom Tree" by Miku Hatsune.
Red had to laugh at the insanity of all of this-he couldn’t really remember what he had done this past summer. In fact, the only thing he could see, if he attempted to look at those memories, is a vague blur of green and yellow.
He was almost certain that the blur he was thinking of was a man, a person that he had maybe liked more than he should have. However, Red couldn’t get any more details than that, as his head would start pounding uncontrollably whenever he tried to think of those times.
He had a feeling that those times were pleasant, however, as he seemed to have just forgotten and not tried to repress the memories.
Looking at the scenery itself, he could vividly remember it, and that only made part of him ache even more-he wanted the memories of the person, of the events. Instead, he was only left with sceneries that didn’t explain all that much.
One event, he was certain, was watching fireworks. He had a feeling that he was “allowed” to remember this event, as the scene wouldn’t have made sense otherwise. There was some type of warmth, and he remembered the beauty of each display of fireworks.
The explosion of color in the sky, the pictures created-Red loved that the most about summers in general. He also loved both the American Independence Day and New Years Eve because of that reason.
The only other thing he could remember was a peculiar bird flying by them every time he spent time with that mysterious person. He could see it clearly, as it was an exotic bird that he wouldn’t have believed existed had he not seen it for himself.
“I would like my memory back, of those days we spent together,” he said to no one in particular. As if there was someone responding to him, his memories of that summer started to flow. The memories repressed (or maybe forgotten) started to become vivid, clear. Almost too clear, Red had to admit.
It hurt, having all of this information being suddenly poured into his brain, but he accepted it as best as he could. It didn’t matter, as Red knew he’d have these memories anyway, even if he found that he didn’t want it.
The name, the mysterious person’s physical appearance and personality, all came to him. He remembered the person’s name, he remembered the kindness he was shown. Above all, he remembered being in love with Link.
“I… I love… him,” he whispered, trying hard to not cry. Instead, the tears only came faster, telling him that his attempt to remain indifferent was failing. It had hurt to think of those things, but he knew by personal experience that it was better to remember these bittersweet memories than to forget everything.
However, this conviction only lasted for a moment, as he realized that he rather be ignorant of this for his whole life instead of having a taste of what could have been his. It was as if something was ripping him from the inside, and he hated (despised) that feeling.
Standing under the sakura tree, which hadn’t really bloomed, he remembered watching the others dance in the Bon Odori, wishing to join in but not wanting to embarrass himself. Red could remember the other’s encouragement, telling him that he would be there every step of the dance.
Link had kept his promise, dancing (or, more like, fumbling in an attempt to imitate those who knew what they were doing) for that song, and more. Red was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t last as long as Link-he had to sit down about halfway through that one song; he wasn’t sure what the song was called, but it required a lot of energy (considering the length of the song.)
Red closed his eyes, returning to the present. He couldn’t help but wish that he could live within those times, and not only remember them. He wanted to, so badly, go back to them, and he knew he couldn’t. He knew that he would never see Link ever again.
If it was anything to go by, Link had heavily implied that he wouldn’t be returning and that in itself made Red miserable. At least, when he didn’t have those memories, he could pretend that he was happy, that he remembered happy times, times that should be cherished. Yes, he did cherish those memories, but he wasn’t happy with them.
He wasn’t happy with just having memories of what he wished for but could not get.
He forced his eyes open, to take in the scenery before him, and he realized that he was in the exact spot the two of them were in when Link told him that they wouldn’t be seeing each other for a long while. He had been here before that, with simpler, sweeter memories that included fishing.
However, this place brought no consolation for Red; it only brought upon pain and confusion. In fact, he was confused by Link’s last words to him. Part of him ached for an explanation, and part of him didn’t want to solve the enigma (granted, it was a small part of him, insignificant.)
He remembered those words that would forever haunt him in a painful yet sweet way, those words that effectively shattered his memories of things he wanted. Above all, he remembered the other’s expression-something sad yet hopeful, as if Link didn’t want to do what he did, but had hope for what could happen eventually.
He couldn’t help but wish that they would meet again, going against what Link had implied throughout their last conversation, the last time he had seen that boy before losing his memories (but that only happened to be temporary.)
If anything, he could wish to meet the other before that eventuality happened-he didn’t want to wait, and he wanted to see Link again, as he loved him more than he should. Red knew that he wouldn’t truly move on, and would most likely never marry (or date) because he loved Link too much.
“May we meet under this sky again.”