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I Need Memory

Chương 1: Foreword | Back-Up Memories

"MIRA! YAH! CHOI MIRA! IREONA! You can't do this to me... I'll... I'll not let anything happen to you... I know that you can hear me!

So, please... Please... Wake up!

Mira-yah..."

He screamed louder than the pouring rain as his outright rough voice cracked in despair. Even in that dizzy and almost unconscious state, I could sense him panicking in fret and fear. He was definitely crying and that thought alone broke my heart into a million pieces. He cried harder, calling out that name.

My name, I supposed...

My hands held the steering wheel tightly when the vehicle moved forward with a dangerous creaking sound louder than the blaring thunder. The jeep was hanging halfway through the cliff as I could hear him scream and cry his heart out. He was begging me to stay still. But I couldn't.

A sudden fear engulfed my mind at that tragic moment and I felt myself break more. The fear of not being able to see him again. It was overtaking my sanity and all I could think of was him. And regardless of the consequences, I wanted to see his face, one last time.

And I was well aware of what was next.

I turned around to have one final glance at the beautiful boy who made my heartbeats race every single time. At that moment, I could feel my deepest emotions yearning to treasure his loving face as my last memory.

Not knowing what I was about to do, he kept crying out my name while he struggled with all his might to hold the jeep back from moving anymore further. I was a heartbeat away from meeting his mesmerizing gaze for the last time.

Right then, it happened.

The jeep went off the cliff with a strike of lightning and a loud thunder following it.

I jerked up in shock when the scenes from the dream came rushing to my senses.

"Mwo ya??"

I sighed wiping the usual stream of teardrops that always followed that dream. That very same dream that I've been having every single day of the past five years and it always ended with the fall before I could manage to see his face.

Who was he? Why was he calling me, Choi Mira?

What kind of a dream am I recalling...

Or...

Is it a memory that I'm not remembering...

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