Allen's two diaries:
March 14, sunny
It's been a month and Mr. Levi still hasn't remembered anything.
Although these are not important at all compared to him still being by my side, I still feel a little lost.
After all, those were the days we spent together.
I'm the only one who remembers it now.
March 17, rain
Mr. Levi hated rainy days, so I moved into his apartment.
He didn't want to see medical records or anything like that, so I had to clean it up for him.
I saw a notebook in the corner of his study.
Well, it's rare that he would forget to sort out something after leaving something behind.
It probably hadn't been turned out for a long time, and the pages were a little old. I flipped through it and found that there was only one written page, and there was also a hospital examination form from a few years ago.
"It won't be a big deal even if a genetic disease occurs in the future. If it's that kid, no matter how many times you forget it, you'll fall in love with it when you see it again."
... I think I can only write this, hoping that Mr. Levi will not notice that my eyes are red again.
I think I understand Mr. Levi's mood.
Whether you remember it or not is not that important anymore.
Because liking this kind of thing is innate.
Conception: