Vol 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)
「Oblivion: Chapter 3
“I don’t want you to forget”
These words sometimes haunt me It had already been over a year since I heard hihtest, surely because these words had cast a spell over me
I wanted to forget that memory
The beautiful face I could still see vividly ineyes, those long fingers, and white throat The e of him
But I don’t only see his ih s wrap aroundivespleasure That man had violated ht my body a pleasure I hadn’t even known existed When I rehwhy, I auilt
That sense of guilt; as I feeling guilty over? Perhaps I felt guilty towards God who forbids adultery between men? Fortunately, I’m an atheist Besides, it’s not like I had wanted to commit adultery with him
“I don’t want you to forget”
I wanted to forget I wanted to forget that memory! If I could erase the memory of those several days he had abused ain
I wanted to forget that memory
“Do you want to forget?”
Red phantoet
“So, you decided you want to forget, h at me as I shake my head yes
“Really?”
I want to forget, I’m about to answer, but red lips cover mine
“You don’t want to forget”
I want to forget, I want to forget, I think, struggling as his slender are violatesI have in my heart
“I don’t want you to forget”
It remains in my ears His spell
And his black eyes capture me
The office easily acceptedwell It seee ever since I had returned after being
“No worries Take it easy,” he said, patting uaranteed to happen There was a ruulations at the fir work for half a year Being an SE is most likely a serious profession, one you should not easily quit froreat doubts that I’d be able to find another job with my current level of experience Nevertheless, I was at my limit and didn’t think I could continue my everyday life, so there was no choice other than to take a leave of absence
Co at the office was harder When I worked atthat day after day I had to do this,it to work, but at work,so inefficiently that it was terrifying When I found out that everyone was not happy with ave me more of an incentive to be depressed, until finally, I could not stand to face this vicious cycle of being inefficient at work any longer My coworker hinting if I knew about the ‘leave of absence program’ was the last strahich et his approval for leaving the office
“I think it’s best you seekout a sheet of paper towards me
“…?”
Wondering what it was, I looked down to see the naawa and the words “Department of Psychotherapy”
“I did think that this was perhaps unnecessary, but our local clinic strongly approved of this If you’d like, you can obtain a letter of introduction froht?”
Perhaps because it was difficult for hier averted his eyes from me and stretched out the paper closer towards me
“I’ all of the burden yourself, I think you’d recover faster if you received doctor’s help,” he said, stood up, and pattedin there”
“Okay” I said
Psychotherapy, huh? Although I realized I was ‘depressed’, I didn’t think I had reached the state of seeking ht I thought I should at least go there once to hear what the doctor has to say aboutwork
I rarely thought such positive things Perhaps I was thinking this because I knew I didn’t have to coer had told me and obtain a letter of introduction froain It wasn’t like I had been praying for this to happen, it’s just that being discharged was so that was inevitable for me I left the company I had worked at for three years, probably never to return again
After that, I spent two or three days just doing nothing It was the cherry blosso, I just lay around and absent- in the air But on the third day, I grew tired of doing nothing I grew scared that I was going to spend ot asaki Hospital to obtain the introduction letter Although I got there quite early, the hospital was pretty crowded Even the Depart Finally, it was my turn, but it was practically noon already, and I was the lastappoint on the sofa in the corridor were supposedly waiting in line for the psychotherapy session like me, but nobody, nobody looked like they needed help from a psychiatrist
When my turn finally ca in that dih I now had to face the doctor, as I headed towards the designated rooht, should I really do this? When I reached the rooht knock on the door and opened it
“Come in”
I heard a calm voice say fro of deja-vu but I didn’t knohat to associate the feeling with
“Excuse me”
I bowed, thinking, perhaps it’s funny to say ‘excuse me’ to a doctor When I raised my head and looked inside the room, I…
“Ah…”
I was so shocked I re where I was
“How may I help you?”
Illu frootten for even a day since then
“Please have a seat”
Those black eyes that narrowed at me with a smile Those fine-shaped red lips That beauty mark by the mouth
“Ah……”
As if I had becoet any words to coe had chased me and had invaded my mind for one year and now it simply let me knock on the door of this psychotherapy roootten him for even a day since then – this ht hand towards me
“How may I help you?”