Sharing Memories With Two Girls

Chapter 103 The Bittering Story of Asmara

'Maybe it was a fateful meeting.’ Yuli's heart trembled, and she was determined to cherish this beautiful encounter.

"Old not meet." I also stretched out my hand in shame to hold that soft hand.

"Halo" Linea took the lead and squeezed it hard. And Naila hugged my arm from the side and squeezed my chest intentionally.

"Hajime, who are they?" The sudden appearance of the two made Yuli's face very ugly.

In high school, Yuli breaks up with her ex-boyfriend. I continued to accompany her silently, and slowly entered her heart. We both ate together from time to time.

Everyone in the class thought we were a couple, even Yuli herself. After the college entrance exam, Yuli had been waiting for me to confess to her, but she had not received any news from me.

She thought that I was not good at revealing, but she did not expect that I had betrayed her and found another new love.

But Yuli still had hope and considered Linea and Naila as my suitors.

"They..."

"Hello, I'm Haijme's girlfriend.” Naila let out her standard "dangerous" smile and leaned on me.

"I am too." Linea took my left hand and pulled it to her chest.

Hearing the word "boyfriend", Yuli's last hope is shattered, and she stands there for two minutes. Fate toyed with him, it was not a beautiful encounter, but a heartbreaking one.

"That's right."

Yuli held back her tears and said goodbye to me for a while before returning to her soft bedroom. Returning to his bed, uncontrollable tears shot out from Yuli's eyes.

Ambiguity is not love at all. There is no reason for the two sides to choose each other. Yuli also understood this, but why was it so pitiful.

What a shame, the three of us and Yuli were in the same soft carriage bedroom.

"I'm going to the bathroom.”

Seeing us enter, Yuli rushed out of the private room with tears in her eyes.

“Don't you think that's unfortunate? Relationships that end before they can start,” asks Naila.

“How can I say it, from the moment I experienced the sharing of memories, I did not seem to have the right to like others.”

I glanced at them and smiled bitterly.

The faces of the two turned red, but then fell silent.

If there are two people on your mind who hate one person, eventually you won't be able to really like that one person.

Memory sharing expands our lives, but also affects our lives. There was a bit of Linea's arrogance and Naila's bad ideas in my character going forward, so too did Linea start to pay attention to other people's thoughts, and being like Naila, Naila also more or less has the character trait of Linea.

[It is said that two people whose memories are completely synchronized can be counted as one person.] Naila recalls one point in the medical paper.

One guy..

The topic Naila brought up made us reflect. Our three methods of distinguishing ourselves depend on self-awareness, which fades with time.

The three of us had only been in this world for over ten years, that is, the time to distinguish ourselves was only ten years, and after we had digested these ten years of memory, it was, our remaining self-awareness will also be gone.

It may not be obvious at first, but as time passes and shared experiences become more common, it becomes harder to distinguish yourself.

In fact, we have noticed this symptom early on sharing memories, but we deliberately ignored it because of too many things we encountered a while ago.

Suddenly remembered, the fear of losing ourselves makes us a little cold…

“I'm still me, Linea is Linea, Naila is Naila, right?”

“I'll sleep.”

Linea did not want to think about this anymore, she climbed onto her bed and entered the space of consciousness in a dream. Only in the consciousness space are our memories separated

“I'm sleeping too." Naila rubbed her head and fell asleep on my shoulder.

"The reality still has to be faced, right?” I muttered to myself.

Half an hour later, Yuli covered her crying red eyes and returned to the private room, got into the blanket, and wrapped herself in it.

A few minutes later, Yuli sent a message through Line.

"Why? Everything changed when you came back." With crying face emoticons.

"Sorry." My answer.

“Do not apologize to me, you did nothing wrong. There is no commitment between us, and no physical bond between us. You don't have to blame yourself.”

“The sadness of secret love is the existence left behind by the other party has no place to vent, so you have to slow yourself down. Adjust slowly.”

Yuli can't figure it out, a boy who has secretly liked her since her first year of high school, doesn't care about her past, but gives up on her moment of confession and is with the other girls.

“Are you still thinking about my past? (with wry smile)” Yuli sent a message.

The only truth he could understand was that he was the one who had once revealed to Hajime his unbearable past that was unacceptable to normal people.

“No, believe me, I don't care about your past.”

“Why I don't believe.” Yuli poked her head out from under the blanket and glanced at me.

“It's true.” I said seriously.

Looking at my serious gaze, Yuli's heart warmed, there aren't many boys who don't mind her past.

“I'm sure you're okay, do I suppose it's because of them?”

“Um.”

“Can you tell me with them?” Yuli wiped her tears and sat down beside me.

Maybe Yuli doesn't like me, but depending on me after lacking emotion, I have no way of knowing the truth.

“This is a story.” Recalling the pieces of the plateau province, I smiled.

I told Yuli a lot, and of course everything was processed

“It's really an amazing story.” Yuli was fascinated and understood me.

After experiencing the feeling of life and death, how could it compare to the daily accumulation in school.

“Thank you.” Yuli sat back in her chair..

“We're still friends, right?” Yully asked

“Of course, friend,” I confirmed.

“I think you're right.” Seeing Naila leaning on my shoulder, Yuli sighed.

If there were no meetings today, perhaps in the near future, he would forget that there was a boy waiting for him from his first year of high school until the end of his college entrance exam.