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John Doe ~A Nameless Grave~
Rating : PG-13
WC : 709
Disclaimer : Not mine, not mine, not mine. Mine only the story.
Summary : He felt tried, faded and darkened
His life started when he woke up one day, in the filthy dirty alley, a dried bloody wound on his head, bruises and other wounds all over his body and a painful feeling on his chest. He was completely alive but without any memory, without any idea of who he was.
He walked around the town, searching for clue of who he was, hoping he would run into someone whom would know him, someone who would greet him or gasp and say ‘Hey, where have you been? I have been searching for you, everyone is missing you’ and simply taking him home where something was called family was there, though he didn’t remember anything and might be feel awkward around them, at least he had shelter, he had a warm blanket to cover him from the cold or maybe a warm fireplace in this freezing weather not only thin clothe which had been ripped on some part because of something that he didn’t know, maybe because of the same cause of his lost memories.
The sun had set but he run into no one. He was sting on a swing, trying to remember but there was nothing, there was nothing to be started. He didn’t remember even a single thing why he woke up in that filthy outcast alley all by himself alone. He couldn’t remember even a single name. he walked again, for the second time, but now without hoping for anything. He just walked.
So, this is something called lonely, he thought. Completely alone, walking but didn’t know whose feet were these, moving but didn’t even know what your name was. It felt like a new-born, had to start everything from zero, but a new-born had a clue, a start, family, people who knew him. And he, he didn’t have a start. This was like popping out in the middle of an ongoing story, without knowing the start but he had to end the story.
Day after day, the sun had set and rose for the many times, he didn’t find anything. And then he just felt tired, he just wanted memories, but he never knew memories could cost this much. What was this life for if he didn’t have any memory?
He felt tried, faded and darkened. And he thought, this was it, the end of his story.
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You were him. He who started his life like every new-born, having a start but lost his way all of sudden and ended his life in loneliness. If you could, you would have carved a tombstone for yourself ‘Here lies, John Doe without any memory, with a full loneliness, died because of craving for his memories. If someone knows him, please write his name down here.’ He was you whom turned into a light soul which could float without swinging your feet to walk. You were him who still filled with loneliness even after death ate you. He was you whom couldn’t go anywhere but here, where your body was lying, rotting, decomposing and lonely, wishing that someday someone would come and recognize your body as one of friends or family. But there was no one.
You were tired for the second time. When you were thinking that death maybe could come twice, you heard a voice. A voice that called for something or someone. And after a moment a young man appeared. Tears were flowing from his puppy eyes and when his eyes locked with your death body, he screamed. He ran toward and hugged your rotten body without any disgusted feeling. His tears flown more than before and now, you could feel pain and sorrow in his tears. Your lonely soul felt something familiar inside your chest, a similar pain on your chest like when you woke up in that filthy alley.
The young man called you over and over, as if you could answer him back,” Hyukjae, Hyukjae, Hyukjae.”
A name appeared on your mind, but you knew that was not yours.
“Donghae… .” You answered.
For the second time, death took you away but now, you were gone without any loneliness, you were gone with a bit memory, just a very bit memory, just a name, but a name that you couldn’t forget.
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~End of John Doe -A Nameless Grave-~
This was I got when my computer was broken, don’t blame me for making Hyukjae died. And maybe, I’ll be posting Kodou last part tomorrow.
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