Your Name || yejisu

Chapter 15

" So you still don't remember anything?"  Ningning inquired, walking alongside me, her arm wrapped around mine. I was glad she wasn't mad anymore. It didn't suit her, she was better as the innocent baby of the group.

"Nope,"

"Lia, can I ask you something really personal?"

It was the first time she asked before asking something deep, it never stopped her before. So I got a little concerned about what she might ask but I didn't want to lie to her anymore. It felt good to have a confident other than Yeji, someone who was outside of this relationship.

"Go...ahead,"

"Do you...do you love her again?....I mean...now that you lost your memory and all?"

It was a good question but a complicated one. Did I? Of course, I liked her but love? It was all new to me.

"Lia?"

I turned my head at Ningning.

"Sorry...I....It's complicated,"  I sighed. She nodded silently. We kept walking for a moment before she said:

"You didn't say no,"  I turned my head toward her, she kept looking ahead seemingly deep in thoughts  " It's obvious that you care about her. When she had her little panic attack earlier, all that you cared about was her, not me being all mad and all. And you knew exactly what to do,"

"I did not know what to do. It was like a...instinct,"   I shrugged, still unable to explain how I did it.

"Your brain remembers,"

" What?"

"Your brain must remember how to take care of her,"  she proposed.

Maybe she was right. I may not have any memories but my body and my brain knew how to react to some things for example like how I knew which cereal to take on the kitchen isle or how I went to sleep on the right side of my bed. So why not with Yeji?

I looked at Ningning who kept walking ahead, looking at the ground. She seemed in her thoughts, her hands gripping firmly my arm like she was afraid to lose me. I was thankful it was her who discovered the truth, if it had been the others we wouldn't be walking with their hands around my arm right now.

"Ningning?"

" Yeah ," She raised her head, looking up at me.

"Are you ok?"

" I...don't know. I have to think about it," she sighed " I can't wrap my head around the fact that you and Yeji are...were a thing. I could have never imagined, I mean you...hated her. It's...weird,"

"Yeji is a good person you know,"

"If you loved her.. love her...she must be,"  she said, sending me a smile " If she makes you happy. That's all that matter ,"  she paused " I was never really homophobic to begin with,"

I looked at her in shock. Did she just?

"I saw this show on TV once, it was really informative,"  she shrugged like it was nothing but it warmed my heart a lot. I smiled happily, this kid was seriously so surprising in the best way possible and caring. It made me love her so much. She always had my best interest in mind even if she was sometimes misdirected. She wanted to protect me against Yeji, thinking she was hurting me. She had the best intention.

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We walked up toward my house, laughing.

My mom opened the door before we even step foot in the alley. It was like she had been waiting for our arrival.

"Hi, Mrs. Choi," Ningning greeted brightly.

" Hi Ningning," my Mom replied without the same fervor, she crossed her arms against her chest and I could see something was wrong.

As we arrived at the door I could see that she had been crying, her nose and cheeks were red and her eyes were sparkling. When her eyes fell on me it sent me shivers. They were so hard and dark.

"Well, see you tomorrow at school," Ningning hugged me and kissed my cheek, waved to my mom and left.

" Go inside," my mom's voice sounded harsh and I didn't understand why. I called her to say I would be late. Plus, I had Ningning with me. So why was she like that?

I walked inside and when I arrived in the living room I instantly froze in place. The brown box was set on the couch, open. The pictures were spread on the floor and one of the diaries was open.

My mom entered the room quietly before sitting down on the couch taking the diary in her hands. She sent me a look that was enough to tell me she knew. 

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