Moon Trap (English Translation)

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A pale, weak hand lay by his side ... eyes that can't take in anything because a curtain of water clouds was everything. As his legs began to unbalance, before falling like a leaf ripped from the trunk. Lying ... in the warmth of the grass held in an embrace ... willingly. A comforting, apologetic voice ... warmth mixed with disappointment. If he say I'm sorry, he probably will. But it seems to be more than that, but he don't know what words to use to describe it.

Everything ... broken. Actually, it's probably not everything. It's probably just a feeling ... that is broken and has no good pieces. A stranger who is familiar ...

"Bring the Shama from before back ... Bring him back!!! ... Bring him back."

A gruff voice sounded as loud as his throat would allow. But in the end it became a pitiful cry. The two hands that began to move clasped each other tightly, trying to push the other person away, but to no avail. In the end, what we want to push away becomes what we want the most ...

His head was empty. Shama was gone.

The Shama who doesn't remember him ... The Shama who hugged him ...

The Shama that is not my Shama ...

-some Time before-

Rewinding time half an hour after Shama's words, there was only the calm atmosphere of Casa Lima, with both hands intertwined on the bed ... with their backs against the headboard ... without anyone saying anything. Shertham knew that the other party seemed uncomfortable having to explain everything, so the pale-skinned boy preferred to remain silent and did not rush into anything. Until he heard a long sigh and saw Shama change position, to sit facing each other. His sharp gaze on him hid his pain. His shoulders were slightly widened, as if someone was carrying a heavy load. There were only two hands holding each other, refusing to let go, gently squeezing his hand to encourage him.

"Tham".

"Uhm ..."

"I am not the old Shama you knew."

His eyebrows furrowed slightly in a sign of incomprehension. But strange words can also create ripples in still waters ... Suddenly, one's heart felt downcast and frightened.

"As you say?".

"I do not know you".

Shertham paused to move away from Shama, but the other stopped him by holding his hand. The pale-skinned person's expression seemed to be saying bye-bye as if he didn't want to hear anymore as he thought 'Is the love gone?' But what he showed, he showed that it wasn't ...

"I do not remember".

"What's happening?".

"I can't remember our history ... My memory is gone"

"Why ...or was it ... then?"

"The accident at the museum ... when I woke up, I thought I was still in France, even though 4 months had passed since my stay in that country. Memories of my daily life weren't affected much ... except for the fact that I forgot about you."

"You'll remember ... it's fine."

The voice faded, but the emotional state was far from stable. Shama's strange actions in the last few months now made sense. On the one hand he didn't want him to know that some memory sensations had returned, including some awkward moments together. He could feel it ... but he just couldn't find the cause.

"I drew a lot of you in New York. But I don't know who you are ... I don't like men."

" ...".

Shama held his breath as Shertham's expression began to turn to disappointment and sadness.