Hard Love: Reminiscence - Michaeng || Book II

-15-

:: "Pain should be one's amnesia;" ::

It's been two days since Mina was lodging with Chaeyoung. The poor blond insists to call it a lodge since she doesn't want to admit the fact that she, her usually observant and smart self, got tricked and betrayed by her mother-like friend who got her to this no way back, awkward, homeless position.

The two haven't really initiated a talk even though living under the same roof. Chaeyoung would always try to find some opportunities to hold a conversation during the night when they are sharing dinner. However, the Japanese would find ways to escape it, either excusing herself for having a stomachache, or quickly finishes eating, or she would carry the food back and enjoy it herself in her room. Leaving the cub eating alone on the dining table, all she wants is to apologize for the other day, for sounding rude and insulted the Japanese blond poor indirectly.

Later this night, Mina came home a little later than the photographer since she decided to take a stroll by the beach before heading back to their residence. Taking off her manky old Nike and placed it far away from the Korean's shining new shoes, leaving a gap between hers and the cub's, due to the reason she does not want to let her shoes look incomparable to those expensive ones.

"Oh, you're home." The sudden voice of the photographer's startled her, she looked in the direction of where the voice came from, finding a cub who's peeking her head out, hair still wet with water dripping down, assuming the latter just finished her shower. Mina nodded with a dull face then makes her way to her room, left the owner of this place again, stupefied.

"Ah..." In the room, Mina turned low the aircon using the control tab on the wall then flopped down the bed on her tummy as she threw her purse and phone on the table beside it, feeling her stiff and sore body slowly got sunken in the soft mattress. Today was a tiring day for her, not to mention she and that Somi brat encountered another battle of antics anew earlier. Despite that ignorant brat is no competition to her yet still, it is exhausting for needing to come up with suitable words and form them into a sentence in time to hurl back at the idiotic woman.

As time slowly passes, Mina felt her vision getting blurry along her eyelids getting heavier. Drowsiness getting into her as her breath gets heavier, muscles relaxes, consciousness shutting down as her hippocampus starts mischief, bringing her into another barred memory lane.

"Myoui Mina, 10 years old, just arrived." A woman in a nurse uniform reported to the man beside her, sitting at his desk with his thick glasses on while looking into the files, clicking his tongue. Mina appeared in front of them, she looked around, observing the environment. Finding herself in the place again but a new room. An office with yellow dim light, gray cement walls having cracks on it. Yet what's different this time is, she's no longer chained up or being chased.

However, she seems invisible to them, she tried waving her hands and making out noises but nothing happened, it shocked her when her hands can go through the solid file cabinet. "This is new..." She mumbled to herself, continue with her observation, looking around when the doctor spoke.

"Myoui? Perhaps she's the one Myoui-sama requested?" The sudden mention of her father made Mina tensed, straining her ears to catch every next word the nurse replied which gave her another shock. Now that her cousin has told her these aren't just dreams but her lost memories, she started to take them more seriously as if a key to life and death.

"Hai, she's the younger ones of the Myoui's twin."

"Twin...?" Questioning herself, she heard an extremely familiar name that she had always been wondering about who that was.