Conversations of a Dead Man
“What is it like not having any past?” Carwyn asked sipping on his morning coffee. Today was the day he finally decided to broach the topic which had been perplexing him since meeting the younger adult, Hiroshi. Even though they had been friends for a while, the idea of forgetting everything baffled him.
Hiroshi took a deep breath through his nose visibly tensing up. “I have a past, it’s just I don’t remember it,” he tried to clarify pouring his own coffee into a mug. Knowing Carwyn this conversation was only starting, much to his disappointment. In order to make it through this ordeal the younger male started to open packs of sugar and dump them into his cup.
Carwyn rolled his eyes at the deflection. “That’s the same as not having one,” he chided taking another sip. By now he had twisted his body around so that while sitting at a table his shoulders and face were towards the other male.