Amnesiacs

Dilettant

On Sunday, everything I have prepared, I leave early. the event is done in one of the famous bookstores.

The atmosphere was very lively, I just this time followed it, because my book is a best seller.is it true that many of them like my work.

I walked slowly, the feeling of pride and fear, they collaborated in wishful thinking, making me tremble a little.

Suddenly someone approached me, he told me my place.

"oh you're Eunoia's writer, your place is there"

"yes sir thank you"

wow a lot, in my room it turns out that many have been waiting, even though meeting fans is still 20 minutes away.

Ticking fast, ah it feels good, what many of these love my writing.

The show starts with an interview.

The questions that were thrown, the flash of the camera that was shot, and the microphone that was pointed. This atmosphere was very stressful for me.

"Natadipura are you really writing it based on a true story?" audience

"Yes, I wrote it based on my own memories"

"how can you write this when you first wrote the story?"

"in the beginning, this was a suggestion from my lover, before he left, he asked me to write his story, and this is my story about him"

"Unbelievably, we found a genius writer"

"Thank you"

a lot of questions were thrown at me, actually I was quite happy, my writing was recognized and liked.This is all thanks to him, Thank you very much.

they say, the sadness and emotions you share are so beautiful, so deep, so heart touching

The novel I wrote was a form of perpetuation of my feelings for her, even though she had left, this story would still live on in my heart and in every single word I strung together. The soul may die, but love is eternal.

The next session was a signature and photo session together. It was a very tiring session, I don't know how many books I have to sign, but it's okay, it's all right, this is my reply to those who have appreciated my writing.

Until there was one of the fans, with a face that was familiar to me. sat in front of my desk.

"Silvy"

The look in his eyes, the look in his face and the smell of his body, although I had not seen him for many years, I knew very well that this woman before my eyes was the true owner of my heart.

I quickly hugged her, very comfortable.

"You're okay, you're healthy, I miss you so much"

but something amazing came out of his mouth

"Sorry, but do I know you? it was so disrespectful to suddenly hug me like that"

In that instant, the beautiful garden began to rot, its scent spreading and suffocating its chest.

his words destroyed all the power I had built up.

then the buried suffering and the pain rose again, the feeling that I thought was dead was still there and it was really very big.

"I can't be wrong, you're Silvi right?"

"Yes, my name is Silvi, I know you are the author of this novel, I admire your work, but it's rude of you to embrace me like that"

"ah oh yes, I'm sorry" I feel so sad

I'm happy, she's okay, she's healthy, but the reality is a little sad, the fact that she completely forgot about me.

"may I ask for your no. Hp, I want to talk to you about something?"

"Sorry, I don't want to give no HP to someone I don't know" he's a complete bitch

"oh like that yeah"

"But this time I gave it to her, because I thought you knew me and my past" she gave me a paper containing her no HP

"i know very well, even my 2 novels that you hold, tell a story about us"

Then he left, with no smile on his face, he was so cold.

ah what is this feeling? am I still expecting it?

what about Tya?

I really feel confused

Silvi is alive and well.

I didn't think I could see him again. But what am I feeling about this? I feel so sad.

oh, I hope everything is okay.