Dreams of the Past [ON HOLD]

Explanations

~Nakahara Chuya: A poet that died young after having a tragic life.

'I wonder' the woman thought.  She had spent the past week looking through books and poems for every work by Nakahara Chuya.  She had ordered all of them to be shipped to her.  Now, she just played the waiting game.  Each day she learned more and more about the poet.  Each day she wished she had been there to help him.  'I'm so dumb, he is dead; I can't go back in time either' she would constantly have arguments in her head.  Knowing that sitting around doing nothing isn't going to help.  She got up and decided to go for a jog.  While jogging she saw a man fall and drop his stuff.  She ran over to him and helped.  "Thank you miss-" he stopped as he expected her to say her name.  "Don't worry about it, my name is pointless.  Also, no need to thank me" she replied.  "But miss, you should always take pride in what was given to you by birth" the man protested.  "I'm sorry sir, but to me I don't feel that way.  I don't think I will ever hear someone say my name.  Ever...."