Forgetfulness in the museum.

"Hmm? I'm trying to sleep…" Silvanna said to Aldrich with a hint of malice in her voice. It was the grumpiness of someone who, despite sleeping all day, never got tired of running and laughing in her dreams.

"Haha... It's my fault, my love." Aldrich placed a kiss on Silvanna's lips as a bright smile formed on his face. For a moment he was afraid. The more time he spent with Silvanna, the more connected he felt. He used to not worry too much about Silvanna sleeping, but now...

He knew that even sleeping was starting to get tiring for her. How does a person get tired of sleeping? It was a strange paradox.

"Mmm. I haven't been able to sleep now. It's your fault." ' Silvanna whispered as her face turned red and her eyes widened. Although her pale, sickly face is red and her pupils have lost their former brightness, she resembles Aldrich's dead fish eyes ...

"Well, Silvanna, let me tell you a story," said Aldrich, caressing the skeletal cheeks of the exhausted girl in the hospital bed.

"Which story will you tell this time?" Silvanna asked with mild curiosity to Aldrich, who had been with her since the day she fell ill.

Many of the stories Aldrich told were interesting. Some were fantasy, some were sci-fi stories. His multi-genre stories were a source of entertainment during Silvanna's stay in a hospital bed.

" A story about the love experienced by a man and a woman. A man named Baishan one day falls in love with a picture he sees in a picture gallery. ''

"Well, you gave him the Chinese name this time, originally he must have had a different name, right? " Silvanna spoke in exasperation. Aldrich changed the names of the characters according to his head every time he told a story.

"I'm telling the story, sunflower. Hehe, who can stop me? Hmm... if you want, I can call this ' person A ' instead of Baishan. Do you want to? Heh~" Aldrich spoke in a slightly playful tone.

"Baishan is beautiful. Go on. " Silvanna looked very sweet as she puckered her dried and chapped lips. Aldrich was childish at times. But… She knew it was only when he was with her.

"Baishan means White mountain if I remember correctly. " Aldrich murmured, as he gazed thoughtfully at Silvanna's red little lips.

"Mmm."

When Silvanna made a little sound of disapproval, Aldrich clutched his madly beating heart with one hand. He took a deep breath. He thought that he could become a good bard thanks to the light and calm tone of voice he used to tell the story and the many months of storytelling experience.

" Baishan is a man who has set his mind to go to all the painting exhibitions that exist on Earth. One day in Germany, he sees a painting at a painting exhibition he is going to. From the moment he sees the picture, his feet, united by the wind, can no longer move. Every day he goes to admire and watch the picture very carefully. The person in the picture is a woman named Maria.''

''This time in Germany? The last time it was in Turkey. '' Silvanna left a small comment in her small voice.

Aldrich continued to tell the story, ignoring Silvanna. His facial expression was like someone trying to remember something.

" They meet by chance, and their relationship, which began with friendship first, turns into mutual love. Baishan returns to his hometown to save money and make things right. Maria, on the other hand, stays in Germany. It must be a game of fate that Maria gets sick. Unaware that Maria is ill, while Baishan is in his hometown, he can only communicate with Maria by letter. ''

"They write for a long time. And one day the letters start not coming from Maria. Baishan, who has gone to Germany to ask what is happening, will not find out where his Maria is. He goes to the places where they first met, to the house where Maria was born, to every place that contains Maria's existence, but he cannot find her.''

" It's as if the earth has split into halves. Baishan thinks that he is no longer wanted and that love is over.''

Silvanna made an effect of some astonishment. "Hmm?''

"After that time, Baishan turns into a quiet, calm, introverted, living dead man who breaks off contact with people. ''

Silvanna responded to the story told by Aldrich with her displeased voice.

"Maybe Maria didn't want to meet with Baishan because she was sick. Maybe, She must have thought she didn't deserve him. Maybe... " Towards the end of her sentence, her voice decreased. The lump in her throat was showing how reluctant she was to continue her sentence. Her speech was interrupted and equally sad.

Aldrich put his little finger on top of Silvanna's little red cherry lips.

The weak beams of light streaming through the hospital room window gently accentuated Silvanna's frail and tired but perfect features. Her small and delicate nose, her beautiful and attractive chin, her eyes as beautiful as big almond-shaped stars, were a painting that Aldrich never wanted to lose. Unlike Baishan, Aldrich admired the painting that a painter could never do…

It would take more lies to lie. One word was enough for the truth.

It was a feeling he despised in many of the stories he read. Those who say that there is no such thing as love have either never been in love or they thought that whatever they experienced was love. The world comes to life, rises, lives with love. If there was no love, the world would be soulless. a round corpse… Love wasn't just a human emotion that occurred between people.

For reasons that can be counted as inherited from ancient pagan traditions, many belief systems and groups of people today, regardless of belief systems, were stuck in the misconception that love "originates from the heart", moreover, they could have a great grudge against those who showed the opposite. Science's job is to reveal the truth.

At first glance, it will be obvious that one of the most critical reasons for the evolution of love is sex. Because, as it is now clearly known, all living things have a genetic structure based on survival and reproduction.

Love is also an important element in terms of providing and guaranteeing sexuality. because love is a very powerful hormonal element for individuals to understand and bond with each other, thus increasing the chance of sexual intercourse that will arise from the emotional union.

Who you fall in love with determines your biological and cultural background. your biological structure, that is, your genetic and developmental characteristics, play a role in determining your preferences at first glance. your cultural characteristics will allow you to determine how socially suitable you are to the people you fall in love with.

At least that's what he believed. He could not deny that he had such a thought when he first saw Silvanna. In addition to working at the same company, having the same interests, their 'frequencies' were compatible.

But the so-called science glasses must have made a mistake this time. Aldrich could not leave Silvanna. He couldn't blame Science, because it was the most perfect machine they had ever studied, and anything perfect had to be flawed.

He was in love.

When he looked at Silvanna, he would first see Silvanna's jade skin. It was like a spell that inadvertently drew his eyes on her. He would be amazed by Silvanna's charm, which took the boundaries of beauty concepts to a different level. But no matter how intently he looked at the attractiveness of her skin, what he was looking at wasn't the Silvanna he loved. What he fell in love with was not Silvanna's physical body. It was Silvanna herself. Silvanna's soul and hidden heart.

It was Silvanna's presence.

"Listen to the story, my sunflower.''

"Many years later, he coincidentally encounters a German woman he knows in Germany, in his hometown. He somehow learns from the woman that Maria passed away many years ago. Because of Baishan's stupidity, he won't think that Maria is dead. Perhaps he did not want to think about such a situation because he was afraid that his fragile heart would not last.''

''He has a guilty conscience. The fact that he has known for many years becomes like a newfound man. He can't be sure he has a guilty conscience. But he feels torment. His whole being is in torment. After returning to his hometown, his life continues as before. ''

Since she would not stand it, she looked at Aldrich with her almond eyes. Seeing Silvanna's reaction, Aldrich continued to speak with a slight smile.

"After Baishan returns from Germany, there is only one thing different in his life. ''

"He accepted that Maria was dead.''

" Tears of heartache should have turned into bitter smiles over time. Maria was dead. He should have forgotten about her. Why should he miss a deceased person? But he couldn't. His face grew darker by the day. He forgot what it is to live. Laughing was alien to him.''

"On the one hand, they wanted to say it and didn't say it, and on the other hand, they said it and regretted it. There were moments when he was happy and having fun with Maria, and every time he remembered, there was a moment when Maria smiled at him when her eyes were in a misty land; it seemed to him like a photo frame. He would have liked to stroke that smiling face, that square that came before his eyes, that gaze once. He wanted to smell, to love, to kiss, to talk, to listen to her breath... ''

Aldrich's tone grew heavier as he continued to tell the story. A deep feeling settled in Silvanna's heart. There were small crystal droplets in her big and beautiful eyes, which looked at Aldrich. It was the first time Aldrich had told such a pessimistic story.

Silvanna knew that the character Maria's story was telling about her, or that she was Maria in the story.

" What Marian's death makes him feel is longing, longing mixed with resentment and resentment. ''

" 'If I could hug you one last time,' are the words that spill out. ''

"As time went on, this pain that was somewhere in our body that didn't have an organ would decrease. Our soul would forget. This is supposed to be the order. A person should have been programmed according to this order. It was humanly programmed. Strange... He had not forgotten the person he loved. ''

"He had to forget to remember, but he couldn't forget. Couldn't forget. They said it's easy to get used to, easy to forget. ''

''But he can't. The seasons have changed, his hair has turned white. He still couldn't forget Maria's smile, her presence.''

"Maria should have understood him, he couldn't forget everything about her.''

''Baishan said the following words before saying goodbye to his life filled with a woman named Maria.''

" You can forget about everything me, Maria, as long as you don't ask me to forget you. ''

"Hahaha, do you understand my sunflower?" Aldrich looked into Silvanna's beautiful starry eyes with his fire-bright eyes, the torch that could be seen from the depths of his soul.

Silvanna nodded slightly, answering Aldrich's words. Silvanna kept her head close to her chest, where her bones were visible, to avoid making eye contact with Aldrich.

"Silvanna."

"Mmm??"

''It's okay if you don't understand me. ''

''What?'' Silvanna looked at Aldrich as she tilted her head to the side.

Aldrich felt that he had to say something as he looked at the sweet and charming Silvanna pursing her lips. It was something unrelated to Baishan and Maria's love affair. It wasn't just an instantaneous sensation. It was nothing like a sixth sense. The reason was an adjective for a simple but profound word. A woman.

Silvanna.

Aldrich took Silvanna's hand, which looked like skin and bone and placed it on his head. He spoke in a voice that was comfortable as the wind and warm as a fire.

"Once upon a time there were two people. Friend and foe of each other. One stabbed loneliness into the heart of the other like a dagger. That person was reborn from that loneliness one day and swore. To find the other and bury him alive in that loneliness."

"Loneliness is not just a lack of people around you. A person who cannot bear himself in the mirror is alone. He is alone who cannot make a small hole in his own walls. Not everyone who builds castles around them wants to be alone. They are looking for someone to destroy their castle. Near or far."

"Anyone who thinks they don't deserve to be loved is lonely. Those who are afraid to love are destined not to be alone, but to be alone with those they hate.

"To be yourself is to leave the one you love alone. Two friends will have no choice but to fight. Two enemies will face each other. There is no cure, one will embrace loneliness. One will run away from it treacherously." There is no cure, the most loved person is always alone.''

"Loneliness isn't being alone, it's being with the beast that lurks. Fighting alone..."