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Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« on: November 01, 2012, 05:23:48 PM »

This story is wholly dedicated to my dear and best friend, Wyndfal. Wyndy, you don't know how much gratitude you have in my heart and I truly appreciate our friendship. Thank you for being such a wonderful, understanding and caring friend. You're the best, my dear.  :hug:

Chapter One: The Day We Met

“Attention! Flight 178 coming from Mashhad, Iran has just arrived. Passengers will come out from Gate 28.”

My ears perked up as I heard the airport announcement. Yes! My friend was finally here, and I was waiting for him at the airport. In a very few minutes, I was going to meet Kiarash for the very first time.

Kiarash has been my Iranian online friend for five years. We met on an English game forum, quickly became friends because of our common interests, and since then, we’ve become quite the close pals. We’ve found that there are lots of things that bind us, lots of things that concern us both, and very few little things that we differ about. Finally, he was able to visit me in my country, the almighty Egypt.

Thing was, I was a little late, so I had to rush between the airport halls as I heard the announcement. Although I could never be late on my friend, especially Kiarash, especially that I was meeting him for the very first time, but the damned traffic did it on me, and I had to run as fast as I can to ensure that I wasn’t too late on him. In my hand, I had that picture he sent me a few weeks back-he said I would be able to recognize him from that picture. He was a handsome man; black hair, a pair of brown eyes, an attractive goatee, and a tall, respectable figure overall.

I finally arrived at the arrivals’ hall and then my eyes caught the sight of a man dressed in a fancy black coat and a pair of black trousers, with the same exact features that he had in the picture-except the goatee, which was shaved. He had an excited but calm look about him as he pushed his luggage cart, which had a couple of small bags. He was also looking at his hand watch, probably wondering where I was. My face beamed up with happiness then, for that was him. That was Kiarash!

I jumped up happily and waved my hand to him, waiting for him to know me. He took notice and immediately, I saw a grin escape his face, for he recognized me instantly. I had sent him my picture a while back, too, and he knew how I looked like.

In a few minutes, he had reached me in the area where I was standing, and I approached him quite excitedly.

“Kia! Is it really you? Oh god, it’s you! You are as handsome and cute as in the picture!”

There was a blush on his face but he replied with happy smile of his own,

“I can’t believe I am seeing you, Nermy! We are finally face to face, finally!”

We shook hands eagerly, both of us amazed and bewildered by the fact that we were really with each other. I had never met an online friend in real life, let alone have him come from his country to meet me, and I believe it was his first too. It was just fascinating to both of us.

“I am terribly sorry for being late,” I said, with an apologetic smile on my face, “The traffic, Kia, near my home! God, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the Eid or not-it’s always as crowded as hell!”

He laughed it off and replied, “Hey, it’s alright. I didn’t wait this long anyhow and as always, I am known for my patience!”

He grinned proudly, and I burst out laughing. Oh god! I never imagined hearing that sentence in my ears. It was his favorite quote to say, and with time, I’d tease him about it quite a lot. 

After exchanging a few friendly greetings, I told him, “Let us go to my car now. I’ll drive us home and we can talk as much as we want on the way. It’s getting late and I live quite far from here, so let’s get going.”

He nodded and then pushing his luggage cart, we went out of Cairo International Airport and he followed me to the parking lot where my car was. I helped him put his bags in the back of the car then I took the driving seat, and he sat beside me. Then we set on our way.

“God, Nermine. I would have never thought – no, imagined even – that we might meet one day! And Nermy, you are way cuter in reality, especially without the glasses!”

I blushed over his comment and giggling, I replied, “Aww stop your flattery, Kia! But I totally agree. I would have never imagined meeting you face to face too. God, we’ll have lots of fun here. I’ll show you everything you might want to see! The pyramids, the Egyptian museum, Cairo Tower...God, this will be swell!”

He laughed happily and replied, “I can’t wait, Nermy! I am sure that as long as we’re together, we’ll have the best of time, for I am honored enough to be in your presence at last.”

I giggled happily and we continued more of this friendly chatting for a while as I was driving back home. The streets were a lot less busy than usual, since it was the first day of Fitr Eid, and Egypt was known to be quiet on the day. As we drove through, my hands moved to the audio player, and I played Circle of Life, the famous song from The Lion King. I saw him look surprised but happy at the same time, for that was his favorite song.

I grinned and replied, “A perfect way to welcome you in Egypt!”

He laughed and then I asked, “So you could take a break off work?”

He nodded, and replied, “Yup. I talked to the university and they’ll allow me a break for a couple of weeks. That is enough time. I could use a rest after all this work!”

I turned to him, temporarily taking my eyes off the road, “Aww but aren’t they lucky? To have such a talented poet as their teacher-the students must be amazed by your abilities!”

He blushed and replied, “Aww Nermy. You know how much you touch me with your words. I do feel confident when you talk to me.”

I smiled warmly to him and replied, “Hey now, don’t mention it, ok? It’s my duty towards you as a friend, especially after all the support that you give me. You’re a wonderful friend, Kia, and I am so lucky to be able to see you right here, right now.”

He smiled and thinking of changing the subject, he replied, “And you? What about your college?”

I replied, “Hey, it’s fine. I managed to schedule everything. I have a holiday for these coming few days, and after that, I will have to leave you for a while to go to college and maybe study there, but the rest of my time is all yours!”

He smiled, and was about to reply, when his eyes widened suddenly and he shouted all of a sudden, “Look out!”

I turned my eyes to the road without realizing all the time that I had taken my eyes off it, only to see a large microbus coming our way, driving opposite the direction of the carriageway. I had been driving straight forward all along and had been distracted by the excitement of my talk with Kiarash that I kept looking at him and totally forgot about the fact that I was driving! The microbus came fast towards us and with freaked out screams, I had no choice but to make a sudden, fast turn to the right, which happened to be the walls parallel to the road. I could avoid the microbus but the car crashed strongly right into the wall, bringing its bricks and pebbles right on the top of the car as the microbus rushed across us.

This all happened in a few seconds that I can barely remember the details, but I remember one thing very well because if I had time to do so, I would have felt very touched with it. The moment that the car was heading right towards the wall and both of us thought we would crash to our death, Kiarash quickly went to my side and wrapped his arms around me protectively, wanting to shield me with his body from any harm. That’s all I can remember, for I lost consciousness afterwards, with Kiarash’s comforting and reassuring smile being my last vision.

~ Special Thanks to Wyndfal for helping me through this, supporting me, encouraging me, and inspiring me. You're the best, Sia.  :seraismile:

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #1 on: November 01, 2012, 08:29:26 PM »
I was thinking "Don't drive on the wrong side of the road, it's dangerous!" as I was reading this, then I finished reading and there went my joke... :(

Anyways that ended very abruptly was expecting some time of interaction between the characters to show more of their relationship specially since I was enjoying their interactions before it had a somewhat teen romance-ish feeling to it. Since this is chapter one I'm guessing there'll be more! Wonder how the crash affected them and why the title is "Under a Fateful Rain".

I'd say it's a nice tribute Wynd! Not everybody would inspired by friendship*pokes his eyebrow*

Kyah~! Now I'd like to write too!*rolls around on the floor* :3

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #2 on: November 02, 2012, 05:23:59 AM »
Thank you for the comment, Efra! I really appreciate it. :3

I am sorry if it seemed that the accident was a little abrupt. ^^; I wanted to show a little of the relationship between Nermine and Kiarash but without overdoing it since this is a short story and the more interesting parts are yet to come. So yup, of course there will be more. ^^

Hope you enjoyed the first part, Efra, and stay tuned for more. :3

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« Reply #3 on: November 02, 2012, 10:03:52 AM »
Oh I will stay tuned! If you see me lurking around and write more don't hesitate on telling me. :3

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #4 on: November 04, 2012, 02:55:09 PM »
Chapter Two: Lost Years

The memory of the accident still scares me whenever my mind comes across it, and my body shivers with fear and wonders of what could have possibly gone worse. Sometimes, I imagine what could happened if I didn’t move away in time, and the car ran right into the microbus. Other times, I wish I had driven more carefully, and I blame myself every time this last thought crosses my head.

The first thing I clearly remember after that last vision of the accident was awakening in a room in a hospital. I was changed into a hospital gown, with my hijab taken off, and there was a nurse by my side, checking how I was. I found out later that my parents and brother were there too, and that I had awakened a day later, with no serious injury but only a few bruises here and there. The doctors kept me under check for another day because they said (I can hardly remember anything from that day) that I was confused and disoriented for a while, but eventually came to, and became better.

It had been a couple of days after the accident when I was totally okay and in good shape once more, and then my memory of the whole thing became clear enough and I remembered-Kiarash! I remembered then, him visiting me in Egypt, I going to receive him, and then the whole accident. Oh god! Was he ok? Had anything happened to him? Oh god, oh god, oh god!

When all this information was recalled back to my head, I turned to my brother immediately, who was alone with me in the room to take care of me while my parents rested at home.

“Yusuf! Kiarash! Is he ok? Oh god, what happened to him? Why isn’t he here? Oh god, is he...?”

That ugly thought suddenly came to me, and I froze in place. I remembered when Kiarash rushed to protect me during the accident. Was that why I was ok? And he, was he...? Has he sacrificed himself for me?

I would have gone mad with grief if my brother had not quickly answered, “Oh no, Kiarash-Kiarash is ok! He’s fine. But umm, an injury on the head and he’s been unconscious since the accident,” He quickly continued, “But don’t worry! The doctors said he’s okay, they expect him to wake up quite soon.”

I don’t know if I should have been relieved or worried after my brother’s quick response but I replied, “Let me see him. Can I see him? Please.”

My brother looked confused and troubled then after a few moments of silence; he went out of the room and asked for a doctor, who closely followed him. I told him of my request and although he reluctant at first, he eventually agreed on the condition that I wouldn’t take long. I agreed and then both of them helped me up. My brother helped me put on my hijab and then I followed them slowly to the room next to mine.

Once in, I could see that it was a room quite similar to mine, but that wasn’t what I cared about. I looked around the room till my eyes found the bed and on it, there laid my unconscious friend. His head was wrapped in a bandage as well as other parts of his body, but he looked fine overall, physically at least. His face looked peaceful and tranquil, which made me feel just a little better. But I was still worried.

Going to his side, I looked at him worriedly. Suddenly, there was this sense of guilt all over me. Kiarash had come to visit me, be my guest and enjoy his first time in my country, yet I do this to him! 

The vision of him protecting me suddenly came to my mind that very moment, and the sense of guilt grew more and more within me to the point it was going to get tears to my eyes. Involuntarily, I reached my hand to touch his gently, whispering, “Please, Kia, you are strong. Please get through this. Come on.”

He didn’t respond, but what did I expect? My grip gently tightened a bit, squeezing his hand softly and I continued, “You need to wake up. You have to wake up. I’ll wait for you till you wake up. I’ll be patient. I can be patient, too, you know.  I can be patient, too.”

I smiled to myself to prevent my tears from flowing. He stayed as he was for a bit, before I noticed his eyes fluttering and before long, they opened. God, I was so relieved! I looked at him happily, waiting for him to see me and I would be the first one to comfort and relieve him. He turned his head to me but I could see a vacant look in his eyes, as though he didn’t know me, where he was or knew anything. I thought it was normal as I was in a little of similar condition myself, so I smiled normally and touching his hand softly, I said,

“Kia, you are finally awake. You’re okay. Oh god, you’re okay. How are you feeling?”

He continued looking at me with a vacant look, looking confused and lost. I was beginning to feel a little worried but I kept it inside, and kept the smile on my face. His lips slowly moved a minute without saying anything, then focusing his vision on me entirely; they moved again to say,

“Umm do I know you, miss?”

The smile that I fought to keep on my face suddenly melted away and instead, there was a shocked, almost heartbroken look. But I kept my composure or I might have collapsed, for I was still quite weak. Slowly and gently, I replied,

“Kia? You don’t know me? It’s me, Nermine, your friend.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked confusedly at me, “Nermine? But I don’t know anyone with that name.”
He looked around the room and noticing that it was a hospital one, he continued, “And where am I? Am I in a hospital? Was I injured or something?”

My heart was sinking more and more with every word in which he expressed his ignorance of me. I felt like I lost Kiarash-for him not to recognize me. What happened to him? Did he block me out of his memories? Did he feel so resentful towards me to the point that he blocked me out of his mind?

 My brother noticed that I was falling apart so approaching us, he turned to Kiarash and smiling, he said,

“Hello, Kiarash. I’m Yusuf, Nermine’s brother. You’re in a hospital, in Cairo, Egypt.”

I could see Kiarash becoming even more confused and surprised, he said, “Egypt? Why the hell am I in Egypt? Who brought me out of Persia? I haven’t even served in the military yet!”

My ears perked up as he said that last sentence of his. He hadn’t served in the military yet? What? But I was so sure he did. He told me he did and he had to be offline for quite a long time to do so. How come...?

Before I or my brother could say anything, the doctor came forward, approaching Kiarash and examining him, asking him a few questions and such. I don’t actually quite remember much because I was too heartbroken and worried that I was lost in my own thoughts. Did I lose Kiarash? What had I done? Couldn’t I have been more careful? God, how could I be so reckless? Kiarash comes to visit me and I do this to him!

I remember however that after the doctor was done talking to him, he asked to talk to me alone. Leading me carefully to a corner where we could talk privately, he looked at me gently and said, talking in Egyptian Arabic,

“Miss, as you could see back there, it seems like your foreign friend has suffered a memory loss. Amnesia, if you will. It is not complete amnesia, but a partial one, but it was definitely strong enough to affect long-term memories; a result of a powerful head concussion.”

I looked at him blankly, tears already threatening to come out of my eyes, but I had to endure it and keep it inside. I nodded slowly, allowing him to continue,

“He has lost right about 5 years of his memory. That is quite a long time and it’s not much of a surprise, as the accident had a huge impact on his head. That’s why he can’t remember you, miss.”

I put my hand over my mouth in shock, unable to believe what the doctor was saying. Was Kiarash’s condition this bad? 5 years of his memories...gone? 5 years of his life were wiped out? All the good times, all the memories...I was gone?

The tears that had been threatening to spill finally did, for the ugly thought of losing Kiarash was becoming reality right before me. I had lost him. He was gone. He couldn’t remember me any longer. And it was all because of a stupid, reckless, careless mistake of mine!

I felt the anger and sadness all over me, making me weaker than I already was. The doctor noticed my reactions so he quickly continued,

“But miss, please don’t lose hope. The memories are still there-somewhere in there, they are there. They are just blocked out and they need a trigger to restore them. If the bond between you two is strong enough, it will help him remember. It isn’t hopeless, miss. He isn’t the first one to suffer such a condition. Many others had this memory loss because of it and they remembered and returned as good as before, maybe even better. Don’t lose hope, miss.”

He smiled to me gently, hoping to comfort me, but I wasn’t exactly in the best condition to be comforted. I felt my balance shaken and just as I was about to slip, my brother – who had been talking to Kiarash for the while I was away - had rushed to my side and helped me stand, worry over his face. The doctor observed and said,

“Miss, you should rest as well. You’re still weak from the whole matter.”

I remember quite clearly up to this point, but after that, things are a little blank. I remember going back to my room, where I fell asleep again, and staying there for a few days till my condition improved completely and I was in good shape to go out. Kiarash was allowed out as well after making sure that no further damage had been done to his head, though the doctor had prescribed medicaments and such for him to take, which he said he would.

All through that while, I had been thinking over and over again of what I ought to do. There would be times when I would be alone, when my brother would be home with my parents, and the nurses had left me for the night, when they’d think that I was going to sleep, and I’d roll up with my blanket, and cry. I’d cry and let out all the tears that I couldn’t get out in front of anyone. I’d cry my heart out for the loss of my true, best friend. The one who was always there for me. The one who never let me down. The one who always cared about me and made sure to keep me as happy as he could make me. I lost him. He forgot 5 years of friendship, of care, of platonic love and of sweet, happy memories. He forgot all the secrets he entrusted me, and that I kept. He forgot all the secrets that I entrusted him, and that I was sure he kept. He forgot everything, everything, everything!

I could only continue to cry and weep then, but then it came to me.

I had to make him remember.

There was hope to make him remember after all. Everything was still there.

I had no choice but to make him remember.

For the sake of our friendship, our days, our memories.

Kiarash, you WILL remember!

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #5 on: November 07, 2012, 07:06:44 AM »
Chapter Three: Shadows of Doubt


“Please enter with your right foot, Kia, and feel home,” that was my father’s voice as he welcomed Kiarash home to our flat. The blushing Persian entered shyly, feeling a little at unease, but I was there by his side, and I hoped that I would be a little of a comfort, for I thought that even though he couldn’t remember me, he must at least feel somewhat more at ease with me than with the others, whom he had never talked with before.

My parents welcomed Kiarash quite warmly, and they made sure that he felt home as much as possible, especially after the accident. My university had given me a break for a while after knowing about the accident as well, and I was grateful, for that would give me more time to spend with Kiarash and make him remember.

I was in my room with Kiarash. The door was open, and my brother had just left. We were sitting at my study table, for the first time alone since the whole thing. I felt an awkward silence between us. Kiarash had wanted to go back to his country to his family before coming here, and convincing him that coming with us was a better solution took quite some time. It was totally understandable that he wouldn’t trust us, especially that he didn’t know us, but I was able to convince him by telling him of the things I know about him. He was reluctant at first, but he eventually came around.

I also had to explain to him some of the things that he did in his life in those 5 years that didn’t really have to do with us, but those that he had forgotten. How he had served in the military, finished college and was working as a teacher of English literature in a grand university in Mashhad.

“So umm,” he spoke up, trying to break the silence, “You said you will help me remember, right?”

I nodded shyly, feeling a little tongue-tied. I did say that I would help him remember but I didn’t really have any plan in mind. For some reason, I felt more like a stranger around Kiarash, knowing that he didn’t remember anything of our friendship.

Quietly, I replied, “Umm yeah...I-I did.”

I didn’t know what more to say, and that strange feeling getting hold of me, I felt myself suddenly sadden as I realized the situation again. I looked at him and stared for a little bit. He looked at me confusedly but then, as though he realized that sadness over my face, his face relented a little and giving me a comforting smile, he said,

“Hey, look. It’s not like I don’t trust you or anything. But-but you should understand how I feel, right?”

I nodded and returning his smile with a small one of mine, I replied, “I do. I understand. It’s just that this isn’t exactly a great situation for me. But I understand that you must be going through a lot yourself.”

He smiled and replied, “Something tells me that you are an understanding person by nature. Okay. So how about you start ahead, and try to make this head of mine remember, Nermine?”

I smiled back then I turned my eyes towards my laptop which was placed on the table. I turned on my Yahoo! Account, and began showing Kiarash some of our online conversations, especially the ones just before his coming to Egypt. I showed him the photos we exchanged, some of our e-mails, and it was clear how close we actually are. I made sure that no one saw what I showed him, as some conversations had secrets that we entrusted each other, and I wanted to make sure that what was secret stayed so.

However, in the same time, I was careful not to be too pushy, and to show him a few but organized ideas of our friendship, hoping that his mind would process them and he would come to remember eventually.

However, it didn’t seem like he was remembering anything. I showed him more, even some of the reviews of my stories he had written me when we first met, and some of my comments on his own poems, but nothing seemed to remind him. Nothing of what I said or showed seemed to arouse any memories.

I was getting this feeling of despair all over me, but I didn’t give up and continued showing him a little more, totally forgetting about how I planned to avoid being ‘pushy,’ and just hoping that he’d snap at me suddenly shouting that he remembered. But none of that happened.

After a few hours had passed, Kiarash turned to me and replied, “Umm Nermine, I don’t think this is working. None of this seems familiar to me one bit. I don’t remember anything of this. I don’t even remember visiting this website before.”

I was utterly disappointed by his reply especially that the tone he spoke in made it sound a little cold, doubtful, and almost careless to how I was feeling towards the whole matter, almost like he wasn’t ready to believe any of what I was saying. I was already feeling the tears beginning to form in my eyes although I tried to keep my composure.

So quietly, I replied, “Maybe you need time. We don’t expect this to work from the first time now, do we?”

I asked that latter question more to myself, as though I was trying to tell myself that. Looking at Kiarash though, I could tell by the look of his face that he looked sort of annoyed.

He replied, “Umm Nermine, maybe I should just look for the nearest reservation back to Persia, and I’d go back to my family and all. You shouldn’t have the trouble of making me remember. I am sort of a stranger to you after all.”

I looked at him eye-widened. I was about to protest, to say no, to tell him to stay and that I would be the one to help him remember it all. But then it occurred to me. Maybe it was hopeless after all. Maybe we really were strangers to each other. After all, this was our first time to see each other face to face and would I be able to make him recall 5 years of his life? Definitely not more than his own mother, father, siblings...

The tears that I had kept inside my eyes trickled down although I was quick to wipe them away. No, I wouldn’t give up yet. It was way too early to judge things like that. Even if Kiarash himself was reluctant, I knew who he really was, and I was confident that I could bring him back.

So gathering myself together, I replied strongly, “No, Kia. There is no need to do that. I am confident that I will be able to help you remember, Kia. Please. Just give me a chance.”

He sighed, “How long of a chance?”

I was a little saddened by his impatience but thinking it over quickly, I replied, “You were originally planning to stay for a couple of weeks. If I am not able to make you remember by that time, you’ll have to go anyways.”

I saw him look to the side thoughtfully for a few moments but then he nodded and replied, “Okay. A couple of weeks it is.”

I smiled to him and replied, “Thanks, Kia.”

But inside, I wasn’t exactly sure if that would be enough. I had planned for Kiarash’s coming for quite a long time, making a schedule for everything, putting lots of fun plans for everything, and thinking of different activities for us to do together. But all of that was suddenly gone and instead, I had to desperately try to get back the friend I once knew.

But for our friendship, I would give away my whole world, and I was ready to do so just to have Kiarash remember.

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« Reply #6 on: November 09, 2012, 01:02:05 PM »
Chapter Four: Last Confession

A week passed since I gave my promise to Kiarash, and I hadn’t made any progress with him since then. I wasn’t able to make him remember anything. I wasn’t able to make him remember our friendship, the least of our memories, or anything about myself. He stayed as he was, despite my continuous efforts to remind him of anything, anything that had to do with us. Alas, it was all in vain, for he could remember nothing and worse yet, he was growing somewhat frustrated at me for wanting him to remember.

I was sitting at my laptop in my room, late at night at around 11 PM. The door was closed though not locked, and I was alone. Seeing things a little tense between me and Kiarash, Yusuf decided to take him out a little to explore the streets of Cairo and tour him around. This gave me the time to rest after all the tiring, depressing efforts that brought Kiarash none of his memories and brought me only despair and hopelessness.

Sitting at my laptop, I couldn’t help but open up some of my past conversations with Kiarash online, especially the ones right before he came to visit me.  I looked at them and I read. That was Kiarash. That was my friend. The one I’d turn to when I was down. The one who’d turn to me when he was down. The one who wouldn’t ever get angry or frustrated at me and for what-for trying to help him and make him remember our precious friendship. The one who’d always smile at me, comfort me and be there for me. God, I missed that Kiarash horribly...

Before I even realized it, my tears had been flowing down my cheeks and I was crying involuntarily as I read through the messages. The more messages I read, the more memories I recalled, my tears would fall faster than before. God. I lost him. I lost Kiarash. I lost one of my best friends of all times. I lost him because of a stupid, careless mistake of mine. I lost Kiarash once for all and it was all because of me.

I don’t know how much time had passed, for I was focused on nothing but the messages and the cries that increased with time and pain, but the next thing I felt was a couple of hands on my shoulders. Startled, I looked up immediately only to see Kiarash behind me. Fortunately, I had my hijab on from the last time so it wasn’t a problem there. But my problem was the tears that stained my whole face and made my eyes look red and swollen. I quickly wiped them away, unaware of how much Kiarash has seen, and faking a smile, I said,

“Oh hey, Kia. You’re back.”

I saw a look of both sympathy and trouble in his eyes, both frustration and empathy. I didn’t know what to make of it, but he finally replied,

“You were crying just now, weren’t you, Nermine?”

I stammered, not knowing how to reply, but I quickly said, “Uh, me? Umm I was. Just read that sad story about the recent earthquake. I couldn’t help myself.”

I figured that denying that I was crying would be a clear lie, so that was the best I could come up with. However, I saw him looking at the screen, where all of our conversations were opened up.

Following his gaze, I quickly closed up all the windows, but I saw the look of knowledge in his eyes, probably guessing everything. I stood still, not knowing what to say, what to do, or whatever. An awkward silence. Then it was broken.

“Why, Nermine? Why are you being so persistent?”

He said it in an angry, frustrated way that took me by surprise, and I felt almost hurt. However, gathering myself up, I replied to him, trying to be as quiet as possible,

“Because you’re my friend, remember? Because you’re my friend, no matter what-“

“No, I don’t remember, Nermine! I don’t remember anything of what you say so stop pushing me like that! Stop it, it’s annoying! I am going back to my country where I belong, not among some strangers.”

I was even more hurt as he came to shout at me in this way, and though I tried to understand where he was coming from, I was finding it hard to control myself. If this matter was annoying him, what about me? What about my feelings? My guilt, my despair, my sadness and my regret?

 “I-I am sorry. I am sorry I can’t give up on our friendship. I am sorry that I’d rather give up everything to save our memories, our years of closeness. I am sorry, Kia. But I still have hope that I can do this. I still have-“

“For god’s sake, why are you so optimistic?!”

That sentence struck me like a lightning. That question. I remembered it as if it were yesterday. I remembered it all and I suddenly felt the tears hot down my cheeks.

“Y-You know,” I slowly replied, almost in whispers, “That isn’t the first time you say that. You said it before. I remember it. I know you don’t but...”

I took a deep breath and continued, between my sniffs and sobs I did, “It was a couple of years ago, before you got your job as a teacher in the university. You were hopeless because many jobs seemed to refuse you. And in the midst of your frustration, I kept trying to comfort you. But you weren’t in the usual mood that day and...”

My tears only trickled down more but I had to continue. I just had to and I didn’t know why but I did continue,

“You weren’t in the usual mood that day and you just kept complaining, refusing to be cheered up anyhow and then you asked that same question. That very same question. God, I remember it as if it were yesterday. Why I was so optimistic. I wasn’t really in the best form that day either so I came back at you, and we had our first and only quarrel.”

I was crying profusely then, and my eyes totally blinded by tears, I couldn’t look clearly at him and thus I couldn’t see his expression. But not even waiting for him to say anything, I continued,

“You’re right. I should give up already. I tried so hard, god, so hard just to have you remember. But you can’t remember. Why am I pushing it? I lost you. I lost you, Kiarash. I lost my closest friend. I lost my closest friend!”

At that point, I couldn’t help it anymore, and I rushed out of the room in tears. My parents were outside and so was my brother and they all looked at me with both worried and strange looks. I ignored them and not being able to take it in anymore or talk with anyone or even be with anyone, I rushed out of the apartment, running down the stairs and out to the street. It was past midnight by then and the streets were relatively quiet, with few people walking around and the cars passing, and going out at that time wasn’t probably the wisest thing to do. But I was out of my senses and I could care less about getting hurt then.

Not knowing where to go, I just walked away from home, taking long, fast steps, trying to be as away as possible from home, trying to be as far as possible from Kiarash. Yes, from that Kiarash. That Kiarash who didn’t care about me. Who didn’t care about our friendship. That wasn’t my closest and best friend. No, that wasn’t him. That couldn’t be him! I lost him. I was so sure and confident I lost him and that he was gone forever.

Those thoughts just brought more tears to my eyes but this time, I wasn’t sure if it were really my tears that flowed down, or if it were the rain that started pouring down all of a sudden. I wasn’t wearing a coat and it was pretty cold, but I didn’t want to go back home. For me to stay under the rain and feel the pain being washed away by the rain was a million times better than having to go back, to face Kiarash again, and to have to face his harsh and frustrated looks, to face knowing that my old friend would never be back again.

I kept on walking in the rain, blaming myself every moment for inviting Kiarash here, for having that accident, for driving carelessly. Why wasn’t I more careful?! Why didn’t I watch out more?! Why couldn’t I keep my eyes on the road?!
Eventually, I got tired of too much walking, especially that the paths were wet and somewhat hard to walk on, and fortunately, I found a bench nearby so I took a seat. I cuddled to myself, wrapping my arms around me, unable to differentiate between the tears on my cheeks and the rain, for both ran down profusely. I knew my parents would be furious at me for staying out so late at night under the horrible rain, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care about anything. My thought was only one: I lost Kiarash. He was gone forever!

That same phrase kept repeating itself in my head over and over again that I felt my head was about to explode. I put my hands over it, trying to suppress that terrifying image that I saw before me, trying to awake myself from that nightmare to talk to the same old Kiarash once more. Oh god, just once more...

I don’t know how long I had been in that state of holding my head and trying to push away the thoughts as I was totally unaware of everything and was totally lost in my thoughts. But the next thing I felt was the sudden, abrupt interruption of the rain droplets that had been falling over me and a voice that was so sweet to my ears then,

“Stop crying now, will you, Nermy?”

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #7 on: November 16, 2012, 12:38:34 PM »
YEAH! FINISHED READING IT! :mimihat:

Well first of all *breaks a chair on Kia's head* THAT SRSLY PISSED ME OFF! YOU COLD HEARTED BASTARD! -cuss-

Erhm... second I had to google what a hijab was and it looks soooo troublesome and annoying to wear >A<

Anyways... Now I know why it's called under a fateful rain! And I love me them memory stories( also time travel ones for the same reasons).

Now the problem I had with it was right here:
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For me to stay under the rain and feel the pain being washed away by the rain
Using the word rain twice felt a little redundant I think we all knew it was being washed away by it. :seraismile:

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #8 on: November 16, 2012, 01:05:56 PM »
Thanks for the comment, Efra! I appreciate it. :seraismile:

And ah-thanks for pointing that out. You're right, I should fix it.

I'll post the last chapter right away. :)

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #9 on: November 16, 2012, 01:10:26 PM »
 
Chapter Five: Soulmates

I was struck by shock when that voice entered my ears that I couldn’t take my hands off my head or look to the side where the voice came from, for I was afraid that my sadness and grief had led me to madness and that I was beginning to imagine things! But for me to be sure, there was only one way, but my heart was filled with fear and worry.

I looked to my side and I was startled that I jumped up with fear at the sight. It was Kiarash who spoke, called me ‘Nermy,’ and put an umbrella over us to protect us from the heavy rain. But for some reason, it didn’t seem the same as the Kiarash I left back at home. No, the Kiarash who sat beside me smiled warmly and friendly to me, almost like the old Kiarash would do.

The surprise and confusion left me paralyzed for a few moments, and I didn’t know what to say or do. But overcoming both states, I slowly said,

“K-Kiarash, what are you doing here? How did you find me? And why did you come after me?”

Kiarash kept his smile on, as though he were expecting this reply from me. However, instead of answering my questions, he playfully replied,

“Hey now, since when do you call me ‘Kiarash?’ Where did Kia go, huh?”

The confusion overcame the surprise on my face and I was totally lost. Why was Kiarash suddenly so nice to me, especially after that argument we had and how I ran away like that?

I suppose my face reflected how I felt quite well, for Kiarash then chuckled. Finally, looking at me with a grin, he replied,

“Nermy, I remember everything now. I remember everything, Nermy!”

My eyes widened in shock and surprise. What were my ears hearing? What was Kiarash saying? Was that even Kiarash? Or was I seeing and hearing things?

After many moments of silence, I finally replied faintly, “What?”

I saw a look of confusion on his face for a moment then he chuckled. Looking at me with that warm smile of his, he repeated, “I remembered everything, Nermy.”

“Prove it,” was my immediate answer. I know that I could have said something better than that but at that very moment; all I wanted was a proof that he wasn’t lying, that he wasn’t fooling around me.

He nodded and with a happy smile on his face, he replied, “Your name is Nermine aka LuvNile on the site where we met, Gleebirds. You’re a very talented writer and you know that I am a talented poet too, proudly.”

He grinned happily, expecting me to believe him and jump in happiness or something. But I wasn’t convinced yet. I had told Kiarash of all that when he had his memory loss. Suddenly, I had an idea. This was surely a way to get to the bottom of this.

Staring with determination into Kiarash’s eyes as the rain fell heavily on the umbrella that bound us, I asked,

“What’s the word we call each other, Kia? That one we often throw at each other when we find something else that is so similar between us?”

He looked surprised a moment then smiling, he replied, “Soul mates. We call each other soul mates because we are soul mates.”

My eyes widened in complete astonishment as he answered my question correctly, and I wasn’t sure what to do, what to say, what to believe. Was it really Kiarash in front of me telling me that it was all right and that he had remembered everything?

The tears becoming fresh once more in my eyes, I whispered, “How?”

Kiarash smiled and replied, “It’s a surprise, right? But it’s a pleasant one. After you told me of that quarrel we had a couple of years ago, it moved something in me...I don’t know what exactly. It could be that you reminded me of the only time when we separated for a while and didn’t talk to each other; it reminded me of how much we need each other, of how strong of a bond we share. Then it all came to me. The memories. The moments. Everything. Yes, I remember it all now.”

My confusion and surprise slowly turned to a happy smile, and the tears that were forming themselves inside my eyes became tears of pure happiness and pleasure at that wonderful surprise. I seriously was going to hug Kiarash out of glee but I caught myself in time. Wiping my tears, I happily said,

“Kia! You’re back! God, I-I...I thought I might never see you again!”

Kiarash happily chuckled and replied, “Silly, you would have seen me! But just not the same Kia you know.”

He paused a minute then his face turning a little more serious with a hint of an apologetic look and he said,

“Nermy, I am really sorry for the way I treated you when I had that memory loss. I can’t believe how much of a jerk I was with you, even though you tried so hard to make me remember and all. Forgive me, Nermy.”

I observed his face and could see how sincere he was. Feeling happy and cheerful after the sudden turn of events, I replied happily, not showing any signs of sadness anymore,

“Yes, you know, I was quite surprised at that short temper you had. I thought you were known for your patience!”

Suddenly, he burst out in laughing and replied, “I thought so too! I’ll have to think over this again.”

We stared into each other’s eyes a moment then we burst out laughing again. I don’t know what we were laughing at honestly. Perhaps all this seemed funny to us suddenly after it was depressing, or perhaps we were just so happy to have everything okay again. I know I was, for under that fateful rain, my friend was back to me, and I couldn’t have been happier.

It was 10 AM. A week had passed since Kiarash had his memories back, and it was time for him to go back home to Iran. We had spent that week together as much as possible, and I took care of showing him around Cairo and making every moment as fun as possible. We did everything together during that time and I personally had the best times of my life. I wished he could stay more but he had things to take care of there too and he couldn’t stay anymore.

We were at the Cairo International Airport, right in front of the departure hall. It was me and my brother, and of course, Kiarash. He was just in front of the check-in and once he would pass that, he would pass on away from me. I felt my eyes get teary as I realized that Kiarash was really going.

“Well,” he took a breath and continued with a friendly smile, “This is it. This is where we part, Nermy.”

“Yeah, it is,” I whispered, trying hard to control myself and not cry. I believe Kiarash noticed that because a slight look of worry came over him and then with a kind look, he replied,

“Hey now, Nermy. We’ll keep in touch, ok? I’ll poke you on YIM once I am there so that you know that I arrived safely and all. Even if you are not online, I’ll leave you a message.”

I nodded and I stared at him a moment. The events of the two weeks flashed before me in a few moments, and I came to realize that I had spent some most valuable times with a most valuable friend whom I had seen for the very first time, face to face. But he was now right in front of me, leaving home, perhaps never to see him again.

These thoughts overcoming me, I didn’t know except when I had my arms around him in a gentle, friendly hug. I think he was startled, because he didn’t react for a moment, but eventually, he returned the hug too and I took a few quiet sobs on his shoulder.

We held each other in that hug for a few minutes before I broke it off, my face blushing a little with embarrassment at my move.  I could notice a blush on his face as well though I don’t know if he were more embarrassed or touched. However, I spoke up with a smile on my face,

“I am sorry if that was rash, Kia. I just wanted to give a proper farewell to my soul mate.”

He smiled back and replied, “This is no farewell, Nermy. We’ll always be together, heart in heart, just like soul mates are. And who knows. Maybe one day, we can see each other again!”

I giggled and replied, “How come? Me coming to Persia?”

He kept his smile for a moment then burst out laughing to say, “No, silly. Maybe if we sent new pictures to each other, or each bought a webcam!”

Knowing that he was joking, I laughed along with him, wanting to make the last moments as fun and cheery as possible. We exchanged some friendly words for a few more moments before realizing that the time was running out, and that it was time for him to go.

“I’ll talk to you later then, Nermy. Take care of yourself and I...I hope to see you again one day.”

I smiled and replied, “Me too, Kiarash. Me too, my soul mate.”

We shook hands then pushing his luggage cart, he walked through the check-in and once he had passed, he looked towards me one more time, waved his hand, and I waved mine in return, before watching him disappear into the crowds. 

Perhaps, just a perhaps, we could see each other again.


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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #10 on: November 16, 2012, 01:51:32 PM »
Well that was a nice read!  :3 You already know some of my thoughts so I'll spare them.
I can totally see the thought behind Kia remembering about the past 5 years but it made me wonder how actual memory recovery works and if it can be that sudden. although I guess making the reader wonder is a great thing.

Overall it was pretty enjoyable... I'd still like to bash Kia's head a bit though...

INCREDIBLY APPROPRIATE PIC TIME!

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Re: Under A Fateful Rain [Dedicated to Wyndfal]
« Reply #11 on: November 16, 2012, 02:08:34 PM »
Haha, that pic is truly appropriate, Efra. XD

I am glad you enjoyed the story. :) You're the only one to read it beside Wyndy! XD

And happy it made you wonder and think. That's another point of it. ^^

Thanks again! :seraismile: