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After someone is killed there is no way to get them back, not even time travel can stop their fate. Normally when someone dies a memorial or funeral would be held to celebrate that person's life, most times people would go there just to mourn, since they don’t appreciate the person's life as much as they do their death. It's like saying they only care when you're dead. When someone is killed by a school mystery in the far shore everything of the existence of that person is taken and forgotten; It’s just one of the things that has to happen to ensure the peace of the school and to hide the existence of the world of the dead. There can be rare occasions when someone close to the person who has died can remember them, but I've never seen it. I assume the people who are able to recall memories of this person are most likely ghosts, supernaturals, exorcists, and maybe even people who are able to see or enter the far shore. It's not often that humans end up there, but every twenty years or so there is a giant group of humans and ghosts that travel to the far shore. This last trip had a total of 8 people, 3 humans, 3 supernaturals, and one half-human half-supernatural… By the time they made it back; there were only 7. One left forever to be forgotten. Or at least that's what was supposed to happen; as the dead still remains in the mind of one of the seven.
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Teru why do I have to be the only one to remember shit. Probably the luck of being a clock keeper. Akane sighed, opening a hidden door in the boundary.
Each time someone is forgotten their stuff can't just vanish off into thin air and it can't be left in their house cause others would start getting small flashbacks and memories, so the clock keeper becomes in charge of gathering anything that leads to the fact they ever existed.
“And here I thought since I was only half supernatural I wouldn't remember anything…guess I was wrong.” The brunette mumbled. Behind the door was a pile of Teru’s belongings all stuffed into several boxes; except for things such as his bed, desk, and shelf. Of course I had to be the one chosen to organize his stuff. Akane pulled out a box cutter from his pocket, sliding it across the brown tape stuck to the cardboard box. Lifting up the flaps revealing a stack of textbooks, notebooks, paper, and binders. He pulled everything in stacks then began organizing them across the floor. He lifted up the stack of textbooks carrying them over to the shelf, placing them one by one.
Next was notebooks, then the paper. Lastly, the binders he picked all up in one go, but as he tried carrying them across the room they began to slip out of the hold of his fingers. “Fuck!” He tried pressing them more against his chest to try and get a grip, but they fell anyways. Akane sighed in his failed attempt. Now there was paper flying everywhere and opened and scattered binders. He started cleaning up, picking up the worksheets and notes that had fallen loose. Once all the papers were picked up he reached for the nearest binder. Opening it and pocketing the papers. Before he closed it he saw that the first paper binded into it had his name written on it.
Why did Teru have a paper with my name on it??
Akane continued putting things away until he got a bit tired and needed to get home.
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Akane closed his room door, throwing an orange binder on his messy bed. Placing his school bag on the top of his desk and removing a few notebooks to study with; stretching his arms yawning. I need to study, but I don’t wanna…well maybe studying can wait.
The brunette jumped into his bed covering his legs with his soft blanket that had a green flannel design on it. Reaching for Teru’s old binder the one that had Akane’s name on the inside. After opening this all his questions would be answered; the top one being why the fuck did Teru write his name in a random binder he has literally never seen. It was honestly eating Akane up on the inside not knowing what the exorcist had thought of him. He always assumed the blonde haired boy hated him, so maybe it was just a whole bunch of different ways to kill him. I mean you never know with Teru.
Akane slowly lifted up the top flap pushing the tips of his fingers into the cold plastic. As the binder slowly opened revealing a whole page of writing. With a simple Love Teru 20xx written across the bottom ending the letter. Made several months ago.
The letter had all kinds of small doodles, mostly stars and sparkles made by red pen going down the side of the paper. Teru never seemed like a person to draw while taking notes, so what else did Akane not know about him? He skimmed down the lines of writing.
Dear Aoi,
I have no plans of you receiving this letter, but if you do ever read this. I’m sorry.
“What the fuck is he talking about.” Akane let out a deep breath and continued.
And before your all like what the fuck do I have to be sorry for let me explain for your small pea sized brain.
What i’m about to say or I guess i’m just admitting it to myself…Aoi… I love you, I love hearing your voice as you rant and talk about Akane-san. I guess that's just me wishing that it would be me you would be talking about. I like how your hair turns into a reddish shade as it shines in the sunlight. I love how easy it is to tease you by saying I was in love with Akane-san. I was never in love with her. I was in love with you. and I always will be. ~Love Teru
Akane sat quietly for a while letting everything that he had just read sink in. As he felt small water droplets land against his hit skin. Huh? Is it raining? Wait no…I’m inside…Am I crying? Akane wiped the side of his hand against his cheek as the liquid began to flow down his face. His upperclassmen, the president of the student council, was in love with him, yet the clockeepper was also so certain that he was going to steal Ao-chan from him. What a fool he had been and here he thought he understood and knew that exorcist so well. He pressed his palms against his eyelids, biting his bottom lip. Tomorrow is the first day with Teru being gone, and there will be a new council president. His spot would be filled as if he never existed. Like a vague memory everyone, but me forgot.
Akane felt the tears fall from the point of his chin landing onto the graphing paper, and all over the neatly formed kanji.
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I made a decision to write a letter to Teru, I know he’ll never be able to read my response or even know how I feel…It’s still a good choice right?
Dear, Teru,
I read your letter even though you never thought I would, so now it's my turn to write you something you’ll never be able to see…
You definitely knew how I was going to react to that message, but I don't think you would have ever expected me to love you too. I know why you never gave me the letter; I would probably have immediately rejected you, but now that..you're gone It made me realize how much I genuinely liked you and your presence. How your small mistakes would make everyone laugh and when your smile lit up the room. Whenever you teased me by saying you loved Akane-san, hah I totally fell for that one. Who knew the guy who was completely obsessed with a curly purple haired girl would fall for their upperclassmen who swore up and down that they hated. I honestly hate mystery for not realizing my feelings earlier…maybe just maybe it would have made a difference…I wish I could know your final thoughts before…you know… Did you still love me, did you wish for something, did you have any regrets cause I sure have a ton now.
No one remembers you anymore except for me. It is unfair how your existence was just wiped from the face of the Earth; you of all people deserved to be stuck in the minds of everyone. I wished that even at least one person would be in the same boat as me. Heh but no; god really hates me what can I say…I wish you were here so I could tell you all this in person. Though it probably would have just been a jumbled up mess heh. But I think that’s what you would have preferred.
The point is I love you Teru. More than I have loved anyone before. ~Love Aoi.