Chapter 18: What may never be.

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As I stepped inside the house, it was unusually quiet. Yori, our faithful companion, would usually greet us at the door with his usual enthusiasm. His absence felt strange, but I didn't dwell on it too much. Instead, I immediately made my way to my room, setting down my things and retrieving my phone from my bag.

As I checked the date on my phone, confirming that it was indeed November, I couldn't help but rub my eyes in disbelief. It seemed impossible, yet the evidence was right there in front of me. Had I somehow traveled through time without even realizing it?

I racked my brain, trying to remember what I had done the day before. It felt like just yesterday, but the memories seemed to slip through my fingers like sand. Why couldn't I remember? And why did it feel like I had been forgetting a lot of things lately?

Was I losing my mind? The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I struggled to make sense of the situation. It was like I was living in a fantasy, where nothing made sense and reality seemed to blur at the edges.

Determined to hold onto my memories, I grabbed a notebook and pen, intending to jot down everything that had happened to me recently. Maybe if I wrote it down, I could prevent myself from forgetting again. But even as I began to write, doubts crept into my mind. What if I forgot about the notebook too?

In a moment of clarity, I set a reminder on my phone to check the notebook every week, just in case. I even wrote myself a note on my phone, ensuring that I had multiple reminders in place to help me remember.

But then, just as I was trying to reassure myself, the image of Hame flashed in my mind. It was a disturbing image, one that I couldn't shake no matter how hard I tried. Hame, lying lifeless and broken, his eyes staring blankly into nothingness. But he was alive, wasn't he? Why was my mind tormenting me with these gruesome images?

I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. If I wanted to make sense of what was happening to me, I needed to stay grounded and focused. With a deep breath, I returned to my writing, determined to capture every detail before it slipped away from me once again.

The image of Hame's lifeless body lingered in my mind, sending a wave of unease through me. There was no logical reason for me to feel so unsettled by it, yet the vividness of the image made it difficult to shake off. I tried to rationalize it, telling myself that it was just a random thought, a trick of my overactive imagination. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder why my mind had conjured such a disturbing vision.

"Stop it," I scolded myself silently, shaking my head to clear away the lingering unease. "It's just a stupid image. It doesn't mean anything."

I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the irrational fear that threatened to consume me. Worrying about things beyond my control would only drain my energy and distract me from more pressing concerns, like finding a job and dealing with my forgetfulness. With a determined resolve, I pushed the unsettling thoughts to the back of my mind, focusing instead on the practical tasks at hand.

As if on cue, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me of my need for sustenance. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, expecting to find Yori there as usual. But to my surprise, the kitchen was empty, devoid of Yori's familiar presence.

I look for him everywhere but couldn't find him, did he go out?

Curiosity piqued, I ventured outside through the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. The crisp winter air greeted me, chilling my cheeks and ruffling my hair. It was a serene scene, with the bare branches of trees swaying gently in the breeze. But amidst the tranquility, I smell something bad.

I couldn't quite pinpoint the source of the faint, unpleasant odor that hung in the air. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it tugged at my senses nonetheless. I wrinkled my nose in mild disgust, wondering what could be causing such a strange smell.

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