i like how in the previous part i said "i wanna see how far i can go" then i proceed to just....not go HSHSHSHHS this is fun tho i have to admit
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"You...you don't remember anything, do you?"
Okay.
What the heck is she dreaming right now?
"No. No no no, I-I thought you would be immune-"
He's still talking, but she isn't paying attention anymore. Is this seriously that kind of scenario? 'She lost her memories, oh will she ever regain them', why on earth would she dream that?
Suddenly, she felt literal weight on her shoulders. The teenager boy's hands brought her to be all ears.
"-ody, listen to me. Trust me, okay?"
Their eyes met. His was brown in color, but dark enough to be considered black. It feels weird that she was paying attention to that.
"This is not a dream. I swear. This is not a dream."
Ah.
She looked to the side. Sure. She'll totally believe that.
The boy retreated his arms and crossed them.
"Mel, don't you dare not believe that," he said in a scolding tone.
Alright, then. Hold on, Mel? Is that her name?
"Yes, that's your name."
He nodded as he replied. Okay, cool.
...
Wait a second.
She abruptly turned right to where the boy was sitting, shocked at his response.
"Hey, hey, it's okay!"
He held up his hands, signalling surrender.
"I'm not a mind reader, okay? Calm down. I just figured you didn't know what your name was, and I've been calling you Mel for a while now. So, yeeaaahhh."
Admittedly, that was a big part of why she was shocked. But what she wanted to address was the name. That's not her name. Despite staying silent under the presence of this stranger, which is what seemed like common sense, she opted for him to know.
"Actually, it's-", she paused.
........
Haha oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-
She can't remember what her name is. All right! So she does have amnesia, and this isn't a dream after all?
"What is it?"
The other person seemed to have noticed her stressful thinking. Weirdly enough, this guy seems nice, friendly and.....familiar.
Why does he look familiar?
Maybe she should just go along with it. If this is a dream, she'll wake up soon enough. If it isn't, she just had to make sure she can trust this young man.
"I was just wondering," she started to say, which immediately urged her need of food and water, "if it's not too much to ask, can you prove that I can trust you?"
She then proceeded to mentally slap herself, because why the heck did she ask for her freaking security so politely as if she'll take no for an answer.
She forgot this person, so he could either be a friend or a foe. He stayed at her bedside and didn't look like he slept at all. When she first saw him, he looked like he was just crying. So maybe they're close enough for him to be this deeply concerned. This boy also feels familiar. That alone is enough to conclude that she definitely stumbled upon this person before. But can she trust her gut feeling that screams 'He's very trustworthy'?
She should've slept it off. This much thinking is tiring her out. But as much as she wanted to completely disintegrate from exhaustion, she had to wait for his reply.
The maybe-not-a-stranger looked like he was thinking, but he definitely knows what to say. Maybe there's so much to say that he doesn't know what to state first?
"You," he finally said, "..you think bracelets and necklaces give you bad luck so we got matching earrings, instead."
That was such a ridiculous piece of information she cannot recall, but somehow she knew he was right.
He parted the ash-brown hair covering his ears to reveal small silver earrings shaped like puzzle pieces. Small silver earrings that she recognized. A pair of puzzle pieces she knew would connect with another.
The other pair they'd join with would be rose-gold.
She reached for her ears feeling for whatever decorated them. She couldn't see what they look like, but they felt like small squares. Puzzle pieces. Her earrings.
Her face must have failed to contain how awestruck she is because the person beside her, who witnessed the whole thing going down, tried holding in his chuckles. He then asked a question as if he knew how she would react to it.
"Do you wanna try and piece them together?"
HECK YEAH, SHE DOES!
Instead of stating coherent words as a response, she looked at him excitedly. Her realizing what had to be done caused her to behave.
"I can't take my earrings off without a mirror though," she stated, sounding more downhearted than she intended.
"I can take them off for you," he volunteered, "o-only if it's fine with you, of course."
He turned away at that last bit. Strange. He looks kind of pink, now.
"I'd actually like to go home first."
...is what she should say.
She should go back to her family because....well, because. That doesn't really need justification, does it?
But eventually, the words that came out of her were, "I'd actually like to go see outside first," as if it would be a place she could never recognize.
"Ah, of course! Don't worry, we'll move to a...more suitable and comfortable place soon," he said as he guiltily scanned the room like a butler who failed to provide the needs of the long-lost princess. "I'll just check if it's safe to go out yet-"
Dings and annoying vibrations in his pocket interrupted him.
He hastily took his phone out to check whatever caused it to make such a fuss. From the extreme and ironically careful scrolling the boy is doing, she assumed he was reading an abundant number of messages sent to him at the same time. Or maybe he didn't read all of them because he returned the phone to his pocket with a gentle smile on his face, perhaps satisfied with atleast one of the texts he received?
Considering his smile as the sign, she got off the bed and fixed up her hair with the gray hairtie she had on her wrist. The other person in the room seemed to be surprised.
"Something wrong?"
He smiled softly. "It's nothing, really."
There's definitely something. But before she could say anything, he went for the doorknob and frantically gave an explanation she never expected.
"Okay. So this might be crazy, but don't freak out. There's definitely a lot of things that won't make any sense and beyond reality but I promise I'll explain everything."
Well, that's comforting.
He took the lead and turned the knob. "You ready?" he asked nervously.
She shrugged. How bad can it be?
Apparently, she could never even imagine how bad it is because as the door opened to unveil what kind of view it was blocking from her sight, she threw away every hope of maintaining her sanity.
She has henceforth concluded that she has lost it.
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