Chapter 23

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Two weeks had gone by since Autumn had left the Herondale mansion. It was weird at first, without her memories Autumn had no one and nowhere to run to, her reentry into the world was a struggle because she had no one to lean on but she pushed through and had been surviving on her own.

After Celine and the others had seen her off Autumn had spent the first few days in cheap motels trying to save off the little money that Celine had given her. Atlas had given her a cheque but when Autumn had seen the number of zeroes on it she knew that the money wasn't from Atlas but from Jungkook and had refused to take it. She refused to be more of a burden on him and so Celine had given her own money instead and it was enough to get by until she could find a job.

The motel was a very big contrast to the mansion and when Autumn had found the perfect apartment to stay in she all but ran out of the motel and quickly settled into her new place, her landlord was friendly and the rent was extremely reasonable. Shortly after that she also found a job as a waitress at a coffee shop, it was a short distance away from her apartment, the pay was reasonable and her employers were nice.

Autumn felt as if she had won the lottery and that was when she became a bit suspicious and decided to call Celine. After Autumn had threatened to never call her again Celine had fessed up about the whole thing, Atlas had set up the apartment and the job for her so that she wouldn't struggle as much being on her own. Autumn wasn't mad, in fact, she was grateful, without their help she wasn't sure that she'd be able to last long on her own.

For two weeks Autumn tried to live like a regular human being, she tried to forget that she was without memories and that the name she bore was given to her by a man that only felt pity for her. She tried to forget that she had shot a man point-blank in the face without remorse and that she may have done so a million times before. She tried to forget a lot of things but every night her demons just wouldn't let her be.

She'd hear voices, broken conversations that never made sense, she felt pain, anger, betrayal, and fear, she saw faces that she could never remember. So instead of trying to forget like she had been doing Autumn chose to remember. With every dream that she had Autumn would draw and write down everything that she could remember and then she'd investigate.

She had typed up some of the names she could remember on google but the searches always came up blank, the few ones that popped up showed articles related to drug rings, human trafficking, and the mafia. Of course, all of those articles were full of speculations and could never give her the answers which she was looking for so that meant she was back to square one again.

Unlike her memories, Autumn was making steady progress in forgetting everything about Jungkook. For the first week, she could still smell his scent, feel his lips against hers, and sometimes when she'd wake up shaking and sweating from her nightmares she'd see him hovering over her with a smile on his face. But his presence in her life was starting to dwindle in the past few days and Autumn was grateful for that, she was already without memories the last thing she needed was for people to think that she was crazy as well.

"You should head home, I'll finish that up later." Rebecca one of the owners of the coffee shop said from behind Autumn while she wiped down the table. Rebecca and her husband were always like this, whenever Autumn worked too hard they'd always complain saying that they could do it themselves, they never let her work overtime like the other workers as well.

One day Autumn had spoken to them about it saying that she didn't feel comfortable about the way they segregated her from the other workers and Rebecca had confessed that they were only treating her that way because Atlas had told them that she wasn't well. Autumn had argued saying that she was fine and that she could work like the others but Rebecca and her husband never listened to her.

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