I always ask myself, Is it real that I’m finding myself, or am I gradually losing myself? What is the real answer to this question? That is yet to be determined, or perhaps I already know it deep inside my heart. Lowering my head and suddenly falling silent, I only saw Clive’s feet on the ground after a few seconds; he is already in front of me. Slowly, I lifted my head, and our eyes met. Those eyes are still the same as the moment I saw them for the first time in that bar. They were particularly mysterious and oppressive, and yet as I stare at them, those green eyes seem to have a lot to say but can’t for some reason."What do you think of my skills?" He started grinning, showing his white teeth. "Impressive?" His brows playfully move. My throat moved after swallowing all the questions that were about to come out of my lips. Calling them questions is not appropriate either. In fact, they are all doubts... to which I am afraid to know the answer. "You are," I replied, not breaking
As I calmed down, it gradually became clear in my mind that the memories of when I suddenly lost myself had flooded in. The fear that is sprouting in my mind completely resides within me. It’s like, I already know that something is wrong, but for some inexplicable reason, I don’t want to admit it either. The conflicting reasons are making it even harder for me to assess the situation. "Clive," I call his name, as his hand slides down from my eyes, and yet my eyes remain closed. "What is it?" he asked in a soothing voice, as though afraid to agitate my emotions again. A bitter smile emerges from my lips, and I’m aware that what I did earlier is truly not normal. Until now, I can still feel the way I want to kill everyone in my sight, as I kept on asking them, How did they know me when I don’t even know myself?This is fucked up, but I don’t have an answer within me either. "Will I get crazy again?" My low tone reveals my confusion as well as the anxiety that overwhelms me as I spe
It started that day. I feel guilty, but the interval between when I go insane is getting longer and longer. And using the counteractive drug won’t help me much anymore, or it will make my condition much worse. "Clive," I mumbled amidst the dim light of my room. I’m lying in bed while he sits in bed beside me. I can’t see most of his expressions, but his side profile is deeply reflected in my pupils. He lowered his gaze and hummed in his baritone voice. "What is it?" he asked carefully.For some reason, it makes me think that I’m fragile and that any wrong word or move can trigger that madness within me. I hate this, but it's only in this rare moment when I’m sober that I can have a conversation with him. "Something is wrong with me," I say with much certainty. I’m not dumb. I know that there is something horribly wrong with me. I want to accuse anyone, but it makes me wonder why. Why is this happening? Am I truly insane? or some kind of substance within me? I don’t know. Clive t
Loud sounds of continuous gunshots echoed as well as curses, they came from all over the place. However as I tried to listen clearly, I found that I can’t. I’m there and yet I’m also not.I raise my aching head, and narrowed my eyes, only to not have an effect on the surroundings as it’s still not clear in my eyes. What is happening?In my hazy vision as if sands obscured my sights, another gunshot resounded and is followed by a loud thud of the body falling in front of me, even some of the blood splattered on my face. Strangely enough, I’m not terrified and my heart beats as calmly as always.My gaze landed on the body, sprawled in my front, blood painting the whole image. Then I raised my head and looked around, unbeknownst to me, blood and dead bodies are scattered around me. The horrible scene can even make one faint and yet for me, they all seem… normal. Why is it? How can I not feel frightened by all of it?In my reverie, a dangerous shout woke me up. My gaze immediately look in
"Zach, you're finally here. Addy woke up, and I'm sure you're the one she wants to see the most, right, honey?" my mother said as all eyes turned to me. I raised my gaze and instantly locked in with his. He's staring at me with anything but love in his eyes.I want to jump into his arms, bury my head in his chest, and comfort myself like I used to, but seeing him like this makes me unable to do so.Zach, you are so cruel. Are you even slightly concerned about me? Why… when did your love fade? What did I do for you to change your heart? The only thing I do is love you; you are the only person I love.Now I want to yell at him, complain, and tell him how miserable I am. If he still has feelings for me, maybe this will torment him like he's doing to me. I really want to do it.However, I didn’t. Instead, some words escaped my lips.“Who are you? Who is he?” I uttered those words with the most innocent and clueless tone I could muster.Finally, an expression flashed through his blue eyes.
"No! We don't!" I exclaimed, almost instinctively and faster than my brain. He looks at me with serious eyes, not even flinching, as if he anticipates my reaction.My pupils shook, and I shook my head while clasping my trembling hands. No, Addalyn, stay calm. You must calm down, or else everything will come to an end. I swallowed with difficulty, and my breathing became more labored as the corners of my lips twitched in an attempt to keep myself under control.Despite this, the corners of my eyes are heating up and soon moisture glistens on them, so I take a deep breath and reach out for his arm, grabbing it.He cast a brief glance at them before returning his gaze to me. I'm sure he can tell my hands are trembling, but I'm not going to give in."Can... can you please wait until I remember my memory?" I beg, my tone almost frantic, and if anything, I'm nearing my breaking point."Memory? Wait for you? When will you remember?" he sarcastically asks. He is so blunt and unconcerned about
We didn't talk after that because Zach went to his study after he showered, and I immediately fell asleep due to my medications.As usual the next day, he’s already gone. I’m not too upset this time, perhaps I took what he said yesterday as him telling me about his affairs, which are small but already relevant to me.Still, part of me wants to know what makes Zach so busy to the point that he seems to have an accident. Is there some problem in his company?I worry all day until his secretary comes in while I'm arranging books in Zach's study. She slightly bow at me before she proceeds and did what she’s come for.I knew who she is, at some point she is also one of the lists I suspected as Zach’s mistress because of his sudden coldness and distance. She has a temperament and a figure that make one’s desire to heat up, which was one of the most important reasons I suspected her.But since I have amnesia, I can’t act as if I know her and that I don’t like her very much. I also ignore her
I also look in the direction he is looking, and for some reason, the pressure in the air rises."What do you mean? Have we met before?" I ask, watching the scene in the distance; I have no idea what's going on, but the way they're standing up, it appears a fight is about to break out.I knitted my brows and chewed on my lower lip. Why am I still talking calmly to a stranger when there is clearly something wrong at this party?"What's going on there?" I can't help but wonder, not caring where we met before. Perhaps at some business banquets? That’s also why I feel familiar with him.The tension from the distance can even be felt in our deserted area; some of the couches on the side are also surrounded by what appear to be bodyguards in suits. This scene is something I can’t understand at all. What really is going on here?"So you came here knowing nothing?" I turn around and look at him, his eyes calmly watching the scene in the distance. He is looking around as if even if a fight brea