Moon Trap (English Translation)

27 (End)

Co-translator: Akasha-Cataleya

                               

They say our brains are complex. As for the memories that are damaged, come back or are forgotten throughout the entire period. The truth is that no research has been able to give a definitive answer. Some believe that if the same place is hit, memories will return. Some say that if the same events are repeated, forgotten memories can return. Some say that it is a state in the one that the mind wants to forget the event. So tell the brain to do it.

Science has gone so far as to use hypnosis by psychiatrists to probe memories. There is a method of locking away bad things in a corner of the brain to cure the sick and the same method can be used to recover lost memories. But, there is an easier way ... just sleep. The sharp eyes looked up at the raised roof of the house. The walls were shaded indicating the late afternoon had arrived.

The air conditioning works so well that he does not feel hot. On the desk a stack of paper, the remains of a sharp pencil, the unfolded cutter, the latest furniture catalogs for the house in France and some others in the same continent are arranged about the job. Some pages are folded, others had information that was scribbled on. The high ceiling glass on the side of the desk was drawn with some places in the house or furniture that might be missing. It's like this every time he works ...

The difference is that today the architect who owns the place was lying on the ground. His eyes blinked at regular intervals. Looking at the ceiling with long lamps hanging …

It's been like this for two hours. His head ached as if he'd pressed a button and everything had exploded at once, causing his body to fall from his office chair in front of the drawing table and onto the floor. The daily routine has not changed. The original coffee mug. It's all the same …

The back of the head hit the wooden floor without force. Because he staggered slightly, and that made his head hit the ground immediately. The blow against the glass of the house the day before had been even stronger than this. But the light touch of the head with the surface brought back ALL the memories that had been lost for almost two years.

Memories of a week ... Since he stepped on a plane in France and returned to Thailand. A small cafe on the economy lane that claims to be loft-style, but the lime green wallpaper doesn't match. An amateur barista with pale white skin, a charming husky voice and a small smile ... on a lonely afternoon. The words, the ones who chattered mockingly weren't serious.

Until the conversation turned to a rather risky topic ...
And one day they ended up in a triangular loft with a large moon as the only view from the upstairs windows and the dim toothpick lights that drew so much attention. The pale skin reflected the moonlight ... in the same way Shertham accepted only his heart.

A dreamlike pleasure he never thought could come from making love to someone of the same sex who … wasn't pretty … but was so cute when he looked at his smile and seemed embarrassed after having been together. A very particular hoarse voice when talking, when answering questions ... or when moaning when I was pampering him.

The taste of coffee is not the best, because some days it doesn't taste the same as the day before ...
The scent of the flower ten thousand li ... a faint yellow, almost white as moonlight. Just as soft and sweet and dreamy ... as Shertham's skin in the moonlight.

To tear that feeling from the heart and take his eyes off Tham, it was impossible ...

He himself voluntarily tied up Luna, being Chocolate, as the other party named him randomly, out of obligation, or simply because of the deceitful plans to make pizza ... and to bite, tease and harass the ears that are the weakest point of Moon Shertham of him. The pale face that was always indifferent would quickly wince ... that was so cute. But the crush fades at the point where he remembers that Shertham and his twin, Sherbet ... was more than close twins.