Dahlia- the flower which expresses gratitude and charity.
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His lips were close to mine. His arms hold me tight to him. He leaned his head into my hair. I instantly felt save. "Always, my love. I will never leave your side." He whispers into my hair. "My love" he always called me that, didn't he? "Always?" I forced me to think deeper. I know this scent. I know this voice. I knew him... but why do I know him? The dream. Is he the men in my dreams? My brain was burning out. I felt like collapsing. I lost my grip on him. Why don't I hear is voice anymore? My body feels numb.
Everything went black.
Mind "Where am I ?" "You are in your mind, you dummy?" "And you are?" "I am you, Dahlia Westwood Shelby!" "Wait, Am I talking to myself? What are you talking about?" "Yes! See, those pills blocked your memories. You name is actually Dahlia, but the nuns gave you another name, to keep you there." "You are here, because you want to know the truth about you! I will come straight to the point. You were right, the men you always dream about is Thomas." "Thomas? You mean Thomas Shelby?" "Yes exactly. Are you really want to know what really happened to you? "Yes" "It's time to give you your memories back!"
I opened my eyes again. I gasped for air. I was laying in a bed. I looked around and saw Thomas next to me. Thomas Shelby. My memories. He was it. The pills really blocked my memories. I wasn't Luise. I was Dahlia Westwood Shelby. He looked at me, with an sad expression. He looked like he didn't sleep. "Dahlia, I me-" "Yes, you idiot?" "I- wait, did you called me idiot?" He looked at me in shook. "Yes, I did Thomas. Why do you look so surprise? I can do this. After all, I am your wife." I smirked. "Dahlia, you-...you remember me?" "Yes, I do. I took a bit of time. Don't you think?" "Yes, It did." He leaned closer to me, taking me into a hug, leaving kisses on my forehead, not letting go of me. That's the feeling I missed. It was him, making me feel alive again. I was with The love of my life again.
