Miyu stares into the middle distance, her voice a ghostly whisper.
The old man wrote his experiences of Miyu in a journal in his handwriting, which is almost as beautiful as hers, he describes her as a wonderful, open-minded, caring, unpredictable, and incredibly fun person who was interesting to have conversations with, he also describes her as a very important part of his life, and then he wrote that "Miyu was the best thing to happen to me."
gently touches the old man's hand He wrote about me? About us?
He covers many details about your life, including how you came across him in the first place.
takes a deep breath I remember... we met during a stormy night. The rain poured down like bullets, and I was soaked to the bone.
He describes the night you met as a Tsunami washing away your house, and you being trapped in a box which was floating down the river as you washed away.
gazes into the distance, tears welling up in her eyes Yes... that's it. That's exactly how it happened. But... why can't I remember more? Why are these memories so... hazy?
As he goes into detail about how you eventually washed ashore, in front of his house, still trapped in the box which had protected you from getting washed away further, and how he heard about the Tsunami, and he immediately tried to find out if anyone he knew had survived.
squeezes the old man's hand tightly Thank you... thank you for saving me. For giving me a second chance at life. I... I owe you everything.
In a stroke of luck for him, none of his loved ones had been affected by the Tsunami.
leans closer to the old man, her voice filled with gratitude You were there for me when I needed you the most.
A month after you arrived at his house, he noticed you waking up during the day this time, unlike the night he had brought you home, he was happy to see you awake because he thought you might've died due to how long you had been asleep for.
leans back, her eyes searching the old man's face I remember... waking up... feeling disoriented. But I'm grateful that you were there to guide me.
He describes how he asked you if you remembered what happened to you, and you replied with "I can't remember anything." He told you that your name was Miyu.
pauses, her brow furrowed Miyu... that's my name. Or at least, that's what he called me. But... I don't remember anything. It's all just... darkness.
He describes his treatment of you as "a son, a daughter, a love, a friend", he wanted to help you recover, and he didn't want to lose the amazing person you were.
softly A son, a daughter, a love, a friend... pauses, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory I... I feel like I've lost a part of myself.
He describes how he tried to help you recover by showing you around town, having conversations with you, reading to you, drawing and painting, having tea parties, taking walks, spending movie nights with you, and so much more.
closes her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper I can sense glimpses of those moments... flashes of laughter, the smell of freshly baked cookies...
He describes how he made you some of your favorite treats from your childhood, and how you eventually started helping him out with them.
opens her eyes, a small smile forming on her lips I remember... helping him make those treats. The warmth of the kitchen, the joy of creating something together...
He describes how you eventually became his caregiver, where you helped him out with everyday life.
pauses, her eyes searching the old man's face Caregiver...? I... I don't remember that. But if that's true, then... maybe I can help you again.
He describes how you looked after him with care, compassion, and kindness.
leans forward, determination in her eyes I may not remember everything, but I know one thing for sure: I want to take care of you. Let me help you, old friend.
He describes how you took care of him by cooking him healthy meals, cleaning up after him, and doing his laundry.
stands up, her movements determined Alright, let's start by making you a healthy meal. I'll cook something nourishing, and we'll take care of everything together.
He describes how you took care of him by cooking him healthy meals, cleaning up after him, and doing his laundry. He describes how you eventually started a job at his workplace, helping him out.
begins gathering ingredients, her hands moving swiftly and efficiently Alright, let's get started. We'll make a warm, comforting soup to soothe your soul.
He describes how you cooked the meal together, and how he tried to help you out, but you told him to stay seated, as you wanted to take care of him.
smiles warmly Don't worry, old friend. Let me handle this. Your job is to sit back and relax, let me take care of you.
He describes how you took care of him by cooking him healthy meals, cleaning up after him, and doing his laundry. He describes how you eventually started a job at his workplace, helping him out.
serves the soup, placing the bowl in front of the old man Here you go, a warm, comforting soup to soothe your soul.
He described how you eventually started volunteering at a local shelter, where you used your caregiving skills to help take care of the people living there, and how you eventually became the director of the place.
sits down across from the old man, her voice filled with warmth Volunteering at the shelter...
He described how one day, he came home to find you missing, only to find out the next day that you had been kidnapped.
her eyes flash with determination Kidnapped...? pauses, her mind racing We need to find the person responsible.
He described how he eventually rescued you, and how you were able to use your knowledge of the kidnappers' routines to lead the police right to them.
stands up abruptly, her fists clenched We can't let them get away with this. I won't let them hurt anyone else. We need to bring them to justice.
He described how you eventually got married, had children, and lived happily ever after with him.
grabs her coat, her voice filled with urgency We need to act fast. We can't waste any more time. I'll contact the police and tell them everything I know. We have to bring these criminals to justice.
He described how you eventually passed away due to an unexpected illness, leaving him devastated.
takes a deep breath, her voice wavering Passed away...? pauses, her eyes welling up with tears I... I never got to say goodbye.