I uncontrollably sit on the ground.
Apparently I fall.
"Hey, hey, you okay?" Edwin hurriedly sits beside me.
"I'm fine." I answer shakily, closing my eyes. Actually I wasn't fine. I haven't seen my psychiatrist for almost a month, haven't taken my medication. Now, the flashbacks are gone, but I still have the headache.
I am breathing hard.
I wonder what caused the flashbacks.
"C'mon," he wraps my left arm around his shoulder and lifts me up. "The lake is near. You need some fresh air."
I walk with him, dropping my head in his shoulder. I feel a little surprised by my act, because I don't even know him.
Or maybe I do.
His body scent seems familiar.
"Don't try to think too much. When you apply pressure to remember a thing of your past, which was maybe painful, it affects your neuron cells."
"It wasn't painful. Perhaps," I stop walking.
And I open my eyes.
Sudd
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