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His head was hurting, he felt cold and no matter what he did he couldn’t move. His entire body was like a rock, staying still unable to think, unable to do anything.
A distant tick tock could be hear inside such a deep darkness, he tried to look around but to no avail, there was nothing.
Nothing around.
[I have
f o u n d
you]
Guren’s eyes opened slowly, after blinking a few times he finally realized where he was…it was his parents room. Slowly he sit up and noticed he fell asleep in the ground while sorting the paperwork and files he needed to sign after the funeral. With a sigh he stood up and started to look around, the room was a mess and there were the only memories he had of such loving parents.
He was already 20 years old but that didn’t made such a tragedy hurt less or anything, they were in the way to take him from the University and back home, in celebration for finishing his tests and another school year, but they died in the way, crashing against another car.
His mind still was at shock and he couldn’t feel like…his parents were gone.
“…I need to clean this up…” Was his first thought and then he realized he had no one to talk to right now, he was alone, all alone in that house he used to call home.
He had no more relatives or family to go to, even in the funeral there was so few people he couldn’t help but feel even more lonely than he already was, shaking his head he started to collect the papers that were all over the place, going to the desk and leaving them here while searching for a folder to put them on, opening various drawers until he stumbled upon an album “…” even with this lonely feeling eating him up he took it and started to look at the pages..
Then something odd struck him…
“…Why there isn’t any picture of my childhood?” He raised an eyebrow because he couldn’t really remember that part of his life, not that he thought about it a lot because for some reason he ahd always only remembered the times after they moved to that house…and thought it was normal, people always said forgetting some childhood events were kinda common but parents always remembered.
But there wasn’t any photo.
“…” As he sighed, he just put down the album, turned around and looked at the clock that just…suddenly started to sound, it couldn’t be midnight for the clock to ring the bell but it wouldn’t stop, “God dammit…of all of the things this stupid shit decides to broke…” but he couldn’t fix it even when he tried to, and decided to leave it like that for a while, maybe it’d stop by itself.
Walking to the bookself he put the papers in there, then went around the house closing all the windows and making sure everything had been secured, sighing a couple of times every now and then because it just…it just felt so lonely there, so sad, and walking into the dinning room and kitchen increased such feelings, everything was kinda freeze in time, the cake, the food, everything his mom got ready for him coming back for a while after finishing the year.
“…”
He had to clean it later.
“Why wont you fucking stop?!” He couldn’t even tell how much he fucking spend trying to get that damn old clock to stop, in the end he just broke it and it wouldn’t even make a noise, not even the classic tick tock…but it was okay, he was tired, he was so damn tired…
And so, he walked to his room and got in the bed without even caring about changing into his pajamas or anything, he just threw himself there, closing his eyes and recalling again all the shit he had to do the next morning.
[My sweet…
sweet child…
Come, come…
My precious…precious…little…child…
The promise…
Come, come…
Fulfill the p r o m i s e…]
The clock’s bell started to sound around all the house, so damn loud he almost jumped out the bed, sweating he felt like someone or something was just calling him but…what the fuck could that possible be?
In any case he just rushed towards his parents room and got inside, already feeling a headache coming because of that damn stupid dream that couldn’t leave him alone. “I’m going to throw this shit away if it doesn’t fucking stops…” but soon he remembered, he broke that clock, there was no way it could possibly be fixed by itself “…” he opened the glass that protected the internal gear and started to try to get it stop…
Something fell off suddenly and everything got silent.
Leaning down to take whatever could have fell he could read something like -Guren, Sakae, Sakae’s Father and me-
It was a photograph, with those words written in the reverse and the actual picture had what looked like a very young Guren along with his parents and…an old man, an old man that gave him a familiar feeling just like if he were someone he knew, but it could probably be… “The reverse…” looking again at the text his eyes filled with determination, he had more relatives, he had something he could search, “On a mountain? Azakawa Village…”
He had to finish his next term in the University starting next week but even so he had already decided, this home had nothing more to offer to him besides loneliness, memories and somehow it feel like a place that would never be a home again.
With new goals and the idea stuck inside his mind the next months, he got ready and searched everything he could about the village: Where it was, how to get there, prices, and as soon as he was once again free from school he took the first train to there.
To Azakawa Village.
What was there for him? He had no clue, but as far as it concerned him…it was the only way he had to move on from the death of his parents and a way to at least find someone, anyone, who could talk to him about them and at least tell him about his childhood, tell him about why they moved, why was there a big void in the middle of his memories.
The train left him near a bus station from where he could get a bus directly to the village, he hadn’t packed a lot of stuff, just some clothes, notebooks and few books to read in the way along with the photo and the album, “So…the bus will come in 30 minutes…” it was enough time to take a break and just wait, there was even a bench to sit down.
And so…
He waited.