The if line of "The Notes of Miss Verlaine's Adopted Brother" - What if Verlaine lost his memory?
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Three years have passed...
Rimbaud stood in front of a tombstone he carefully selected, staring at the vast sea beside him for a long time.
"Friends, you've always loved the ocean... So I hope you enjoy it here."
He was half-leaning on the stone tablet, reaching out as if he wanted to touch something.
But he knew... There was nothing here...
His relatives, friends, and his favorite lover had been buried thousands of miles away three years ago, and they would never be able to return home in their lifetime.
"But... You will be happy, right? After all, you hate France the most."
He tried hard to smile, as if intending to dispel the gloom that had been hovering on his face, but he failed in the end.
"Paula..."
He murmured the names of his relatives and friends, and for a moment he even wished he could go to heaven to find his beloved.
But no.
France still needs him.
He felt a biting chill all over his body, and the source of heat he was looking for had long been extinguished for various reasons.
"That place..."
He considered the words, as if he didn't want to mention the words that would cause severe pain in his heart when he thought of them.
"Yokohama... There seems to be a poet there. You might like the poems she wrote."
A poet with excellent writing skills appeared in Yokohama two years ago, and he accidentally heard some verses. Those emotional sentences deeply touched his heart.
Rarely, he suddenly felt that his relatives and friends might resonate with that poet.
——They all have similar inhuman divinity.
"Would you like a poetry collection?"
Rimbaud thought for a moment and placed the daisy he was holding in front of the grave.
——Do you love me?
Daisies represent the love hidden in the heart. The answer Rimbaud hopes to get will never be found...
——What a ghost!
Rimbaud looked at the person in front of him almost dumbfounded.
Yes, he did go to Yokohama to attend the book signing of the poet who suddenly became famous two years ago.
A few days ago, he also lamented the similarity between the poet and his relatives and friends, but now...
Similar to what? This is obviously a person!
Relatives and friends! What are you doing, friends and relatives!
You didn't go back to France but came here to write a book?
Rimbaud was silent for a long time, and then he realized from Verlaine's reaction that she might have lost her memory.
(Rimbaud: It's not probably, it's certain. After all, you can't even recognize me...)
He looked at the blond woman in front of him and suddenly showed a gentlemanly and friendly smile.
Friends and relatives, since you have forgotten everything, let us start again!
At this point, the love battle between Rimbaud and Verlaine officially begins.
Ah? What do you think France should do?
Rimbaud: I'm on strike! Work is not as important as love!
Stay on 2022.4.27
Intention: love, growth
