The Fallen

Chapter 4

The next day, I woke up by my mother calling me to get down for breakfast. I rubbed tiredly my eyes, washed my face in the bathroom and slowly but surely headed downstairs.

I wasn't hungry, but once I saw the breakfast on the table, I couldn't hold back myself from not eating. I had to admit that her cooking was just that awesome.

Once I finished, I took the dishes in the sink and started to clean them up. When I was done with them, I walked once more upstairs, into the bathroom, washed my teeth and headed inside my temporary bedroom to change clothes. Suddenly, I remembered that my parents mentioned some friends of mine so I thought maybe I should ask them about it.

I walked downstairs once more and saw my mother tidying up the living room. I walked slowly towards her and made an effort to caught her attention, "Mom...can I ask you something?"

She answered without looking at my direction, but despite that, her voice was still as soft as ever, "Yes sweetheart, what is it?"

"You and dad mentioned before about some friends of mine right?" I asked and she finally turned to me with shining eyes.

"Oh?! Yes we did. Did you remembered them?" she questioned, hoping that my memories were slowly returning.

"No I didn't. That's why I want to meet them. Maybe I'll be able to remember something," I explained and she held her chin in deep thought. After some thought, she gave me a bright smile.

"Of course you can sweetheart! I'll speak with your father to take you tomorrow to your friend's house when he'll return from work."

"That's nice to hear," I returned the smile as my mother focused once more at the cleaning.

I in the other hand was standing still and bit my lower lip. It was true that I wanted to meat those so called friends of mine but the anxiety was refusing to leave my body.

"What will happen when I'll meet them? What will they say? Would they deceive me if they knew I had amnesia? How can I see them as friends if I don't remember them? How do people even make friends?! It doesn't sound complicated but it somehow is? What am I supposed to say or do?!" I shook my head, trying to avoid listening to my own thoughts and offered my mother some assistance.

"Let me help you," I voiced while taking a hold the mop from my mother's hand and started cleaning the floor. She in return crossed her arms and gave me a small glare.

"I'm still young Sarah~ I appreciate your help but leave this to me," insisted my mother and I blinked in shock, "I can see that you are anxious. I'm your mother, of course I can notice it. Everytime that you were worried about something, you would immediately start overthinking and doing chores around the house."

"...I did?"

My mother gave me an understanding smile and caressed gently me head, "Why don't you try to have some fun instead? Go to the city, do something that makes you happy and try to relax. Just know that everything will be alright and mom is always here for you."

At her words my eyes widened and I raised my hands to give her a tight hug, "Thank you..."

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"Mom is right... Maybe a walk will make me feel better. I should try to relax," I thought as I was slowly making my way to the city, "A quiet place would be probably the best option,"

This time, I wandered deeper into the city and took notice of a big park. I nodded mentally to myself and began to walk towards it. The snow under my feet making a pleasant cracking sound. The calm breeze hitting gently my skin.

After finishing a small stroll around the park, I finally sat in one of the many marble benches it had. I gazed up at the cloudy sky and I clenched my coat with my right hand exactly where the heart is supposed to be.