2 Chapter 2: YI YUE

Yi Yue's POV

"Yi Yue..."

"Yi Yue..."

These were the words that I always hear in my dream for the past four years before I wake up. Considering that my name is Yi Yue, it is not that suprising. The reason why I ponder it is the voice which calls my name.

It is a male voice-- familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. My heart beats for some reason every time I hear it. It is smooth. It is good to listen to. However, I hear desperation in it. It is as if, if I don't wake up, I going to leave him.

I tried to remember when and where I heard that voice, but my mind does not cooperate. Instead of the answer, what I got is a throbbing pain in my temples. Feeling the familiar ache in my head again, I stopped thinking about it.

As I got up from my bed, I retrieved my treasured red notebook under my pillow. This notebook contains all my memories from before the surgery-- memories that I still remember, and memories that I had forgotten.

Like what I do every morning after I wake up, I opened the notebook in its last page.

Half of the page is occupied by a granite pencil sketch of a pathway filled with blooming Cherry Trees. Though I don't remember sketching it, I have no doubt that I was the one who drew it since my signature is affixed at the top right corner of the sketch just like my other drawings. Below the sketch, I wrote, "You say I am important to you, but can you still recognize me if we meet again? Though my body may not be the same, underneath I am still me."

I signed after I finished reading the entry. I lost some memories as a side-effect of my surgery.

My mind may not be able to recall it, but my heart still remembers it. During those times which I cannot recall, something important happened--something I cannot afford to forget.

It is not an illusion nor a dream. The emptiness lingering in my heart proves it all.