A few days have passed since the time that Reagan took me to the bay in order to watch the sunset. I never thought that Claudette and Reagan had in fact ever had that kind of special relationship until Reagan finally burst out to tell me all about it. Before that, I never even entertained the idea. He has been keeping his fingers crossed that after telling it to me, I will eventually remember everything there is to know about it and about him. However, it isn’t as easy as that knowing I am not even Claudette to begin with. If only there were some way for me to see Claudette's memories for myself, I'd be able to learn so much more about her past. At least I won't have to continue deceiving these wonderful people and swallowing my pride to do so. It makes me sad that such a thing should have happened to Reagan and Claudette long before their relationship had even begun to develop. When Claudette Silverstone was being talked about, there was not even a single mention of the fact that

I was instantly pulled inside of my wardrobe by the creep, and because it happened so quickly, I was unable to anticipate it. The first thing that went through my mind was to yell for assistance, but given that this man was trying to cover my mouth, I knew there was no way I could actually make myself heard. Because his large palm was able to cover my entire mouth and nose, I thought I was going to suffocate to death and pass out. I felt compelled to pinch his skin right away in the hopes that he would eventually comprehend the anguish that I have been going through. Thankfully, he immediately noticed me suffering from a lack of air as a result of what he was doing, and so he immediately removed his hand from me and then whispered, "Do you really have to do that?," as he gave me a serious look while giving me the stink eye. Since I was the one who was wronged, he ought to be the one answering my question because I am the one who was victimized here. I find it hard to believe that

CHAPTER VThe Centre Hospitalier Princess Grace,Avenue Pasteur, MonacoThe bright fluorescent beams around when I open my eyes, causing me mild blindness. My vision started as a blur, slowly clearing up when I look around to see where I am. I rose from what appears like a hospital bed and immediately scrutinize myself, I'm dumbfounded to discover that I am well and fine. I am indeed at a hospital now. The quadrate ward is quite spacious for me alone. Adjacent to me is a wide glass window with sky blue see-through curtain, overlooking a mountain night lights view from here.Miraculously, I didn't get drown, and more importantly, my wound is nowhere to be found. It's as if, I've never been stabbed at all. Part of me still ponder, I'm dead for real yet here I am so alive. Could there be any hospital in the afterlife as well? That's why I'm here?I am completely puzzled and wondering if I'm being fooled by life and death.It is still fresh in my memory how I got drowned along with that P

She keeps mentioning names I have no idea who could they be in the very first place. Thinking about it over and over gave me minor headaches. The other side of my face remains to rest on my palm until the door creaks open, "Thalia! Goodness gracious, finally you are awake." Emalia rushed to my side after putting some packed meals beside the white table.As my rage dilutes, I suddenly notice the odd way they all look at me. Their stares don't show any sign of fright from my sudden uproar, no not really, it is more like shock than horror. My forehead starts to furrow once more until Emalia, took the courage to tell me, "Thalia, what's wrong with your eyes?"My brow creases, "Why? What's with my eyes?" I asked her but she barely moves her lips.I look at Gab next who is still stammering as he points to my right eye, "Why do you have different eye color?" he asks. What does he mean about my eye color? different color? Is he or are they pranking me?"This isn't a good joke, guys." I blurte

"What are your other plans for the coming months?" My father suddenly chimes.My eyes move on to him, "I haven't given much thought, I just arrived today. Work, Maybe?" I dreary told him while nibbling on the crisp deep-fried meat they locally call here Bagnet."You can't just live on with that kind of resources, I was thinking maybe you should consider managing the farmland." My father suggested, his eyes were focused on his plate while mixing the vegetable dish and rice."It's quite enough to support me unless you wanted me to support you all as well? I've already mentioned this property thing before, didn't I? I told you I'm not interested." I look away from him. Before the tension gets even worse, I rose without finishing my meal. "Thanks for the meal." and I quickly went back to my room without looking back at them.Why do I need to come back to this house? If I could only get an apartment, I had that already. I have both good and bad memories in San Ildefonso, but the bad memori