{ august in this story is not a real komo ! just basil's past lover. the story is based upon my experiences with no having support during my time in the hospital and all that went on there, so this piece hits home. the extra piece is not personally connected to me, though! i hope you enjoy my form, what a gorgeous komo. }
Username - chocolate
Komo's name - basil { meaning regal }
Komo's gender/pronouns - he/him
Komo's biggest regret -
basil sat at his lover's hospital bed, sniffling as he held back his tears. he listened silently to the sound of his heartbeat, his lover smiling at him with diluted blue eyes. he wanted to hold him close, he wanted to spend his last moments, wrapped in his arms, but he couldn't. basil had gotten a dream job across the country, and his lover, august, had supported him in going. they were both very excited and hopeful over the promotion, and had promised one another to keep in touch. when basil had arrived at his new job, the two of them were constantly calling and texting. nothing was wrong. this continued on for months, until august had begun to become more distant. basil had brushed it off as busy with his work, but he knew something was wrong. when august had been only texting him a few times a day, he began to panic. he would frantically call him and text him, but was often left with no response. finally, after a few days of stress and worry, he received a call from his sister. she had called to tell him that august was in the hospital. he was going to pass soon. in a panic, he immediately got on the first plane heading back. once he arrived, he knew august didn't have much time. he had rushed in, tears in his eyes. his lover was pale, exhausted, but he smiled at basil when he walked inthe door. now, he sat the side of his bed.
"basil? i want to give you something."
"what is it, love?"
he reached onto the bed side table to hand basil a silk neck-piece. "remember me."
to this day, basil regrets leaving. he could have helped august. maybe he would still be here.
{ 299 words }
Extra -
sirens. sirens was all that basil heard when he woke up. doctors and policemen surrounded him. he put his hand on his face, as a scratch ran over his cheek. he looked around, confused and exhausted. he sat at the side of the road on the highway near his neighborhood. his eyes went wide when he realized his car was toppled over and another car was next to his with the front completely busted. he looked at the policemen in concern.
"what happened?"
"you got in an accident. we're going to have to take you to the hospital to get you checked out."
after the accident, basil was diagnosed with amnesia. the doctors don't believe it will affect his memories post the accident, but he lost a large portion of his youth and his first few years of adulthood. he felt like something was gone from his life; like something was missing. he got home, and things felt very empty. he knew something was gone. he wore the orange silk scarf. he didn't know where he got it, but it felt right. and he never took it off. it was the only piece of him he felt he belonged to.
{ 200 words }
