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  “Is it, really? Best to forget than remember?” 

  He’s heard that phrase before, he even thinks he’s said it himself, as to put ease on the souls he has to guide to the other side. When one life reaches an end, it is best to forget, so the new lifeline that comes after gets purely renewed, with no regrets or guilt tied in decayed strings. But what happens when you’re living with baggage you don’t recognize? When it’s your punishment to become someone, based on a past you’re not aware of. You know it’s there, but the details are blank, as if putting a black box without a description. 

  Sometimes, he feels humans take their memories for granted. Though some might be laced to grief, despair, or even anger...at least they know what made them feel such way. He doesn’t even remember why his heart tends to ache so haphazardly. 

 “Forget all you know, or just the bad things? Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable? Like having lagoons of amnesia.” 

   He’s been sipping from his straw for the past few minutes, not even sharing a word with the person who happens to be seated opposite him. He’s not exactly aware that he has to talk during a friendly encounter --- frankly, he just thought they were there to have a drink and call it a day.

   So, when he senses the other’s eyes upon him, he slowly looks up.

   “What?” 

  Confusion finds him as soon as the other addresses him with curiosity. To him, they’re just a stranger --- someone he’s never seen before. Their face doesn’t ring a bell, no matter how much he keeps on staring, as if a profound analysis of features could gather any sort of memories involving them. However, to them, the opposite seems to unfold. They insist they’ve seen him somewhere, memory of his silhouette possibly engraved in their head. 

  “You must be confusing me with someone else.” 

   He manages to say, taking a few steps back; hands deeply hidden in the pockets of his long coat. Nevertheless, as gaze drops and they find a brooch on the other’s sweater; a brow rises. He’s seen that before. But where? Not upon an adult --- but on a child. He remembers letting the item drop on a tiny palm. Lips part in realization. Did they grow up? How many years have passed since that moment? 

   Reaper clears his throat, looking away before shrugging. 

   “I--I really don’t---don’t know you. Sorry.” 

❝  you  know  what ?  i  was  a  bit  sad  that  i  had  to  follow  a  path  that  had  already  been  decided  for  me .  but  that  just  changed .  you  showed  me  that  there  is  another  path  just  now .  i’m  certain  of  it .  thanks  to  you , I  THINK  MY  DAY  CAN  CHANGE .  can  i … call  you  haru ? ❞