Even if I have to crawl, clutching at the ground just to move forward.

[It started around noon. He had been reading a new book to the mice when there's a sudden hic. It was enough to startle him and the mice and make them all jump… though Sion jumped because he hiccupped. It’s been a long time since he’d had the hiccups.

But he approached it like everyone else would! First, he held his breath… nope. Then he chugged some water in a few different ways… still not gone. There's no one around to surprise him so he couldn't try that out.

Ugh...

By the time he gets to his journal, it’s a few hours later and the hiccups have yet to stop. It's gotten very tiring and annoying. He’s run out of ideas on ways to make them stop too so there’s only one thing he can do now.]

Does anyone know of a good way to get rid of hiccups? I’ve already tried to drink water and hold my breath but neither worked.

Thank you in advanced.

[Above the rain and above the gusts wind, people living in building 3 or living around it will be able to hear someone screaming.  It isn't a cry for help or a cry of someone in pain.  Oh no.

It's just... Sion yelling at the top of his lungs.  Not directing it at anyone, not even at the storm even if it seems like he's having some sort of contest with it to see who's loudest.

Maybe it was that feeling of nostalgia he had while staring out the window in his apartment not but moment ago that drove him to come up to the roof of his building out in the middle of this storm.  In the back of his head, he knows he looks ridiculous but it feels too good.  The cold, refreshing rain pelting at his face and clothes, making him soaked to the bone, the gusts of wind whipping his white hair around... even the sore, tingly feeling in the back of his throat from yelling too hard feels nice.

It reminds him of something that happened over four years ago.  A day he cherishes.

A flash of lightning flickers off the horizon and is quickly followed by a loud boom of thunder.  Almost  immediately after, Sion screams even louder at the storm, trying to out match it.

If this keeps up, he's going to lose his voice]

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[A little while later, after Sion's come back inside and dried off, he opens his journal to write an entry. (someone lost his voice)]  

How do you keep important memories alive?  Do you tell stories about them, or maybe even celebrate them when the time is fitting?  I'm curious.  There are so many different ways people go about it.