[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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- AMAYA'S POV -
After placing everything I need inside my suitcase for hours, I set it in the corner of my room. I have always believed that my mother might have helped me regain my memories, but I have begun to wonder whether she could have been the cause of their disappearance in the first place.
I attempted to remember, but all I discovered was that my mind likes to play games with me. I now plan to travel to Japan in a few days. to the place where the whole problem initially started.
"I already talked to Jessica about this. You can stay with her until I am back," I speak to Sora who is sitting on the couch, watching me sort everything out.
She groans, "Why can't I come along? I mean, you're going to Japan."
I shake my head. "I will be back in a matter of days. I just need to figure a few things out without having to worry whether you get hurt."
I take a long breath in and feel the same pressure in my chest that I have been experiencing for the previous several hours. This pressure may be related to the fact that I am returning to my hometown or the fact that I despise myself for what I did to Adams, or both.
"Aren't you going to bring someone with you?" Sora raises a question and I frown at her words. "I can handle myself. And there is not really anyone that can help me right now."
"I'll be right back," Sora smiles before she stands up, pulls out her phone, and walks into the kitchen.
"Are you nervous or something?" I laugh. "You have never been on a sleepover or something?" I ask her, realizing that she might be anxious about spending a few days with Jess and Eli.
"This is my first time actually," My hands stop working on the suitcase when Sora calls out from the kitchen, and for a brief moment, her voice is mixed with Adams'.
I can hear him talking to me in my thoughts as he describes how I was his first kiss, claiming that he has never allowed a person to touch him in the way I did. He let me touch him in a manner that no one else had ever touched him, and I pretended that everything was a massive lie.
It almost seems as though awareness had not hit until now as my mouth opens in disbelief.
I am a cruel person. Oh God, I took it from him. I am a cruel person. I am a cruel person. I am a cruel person.
I am not even close to being able to call what is left of me a person; I am anything but a living person. Even though my heart still beats, those beats are sluggish and weak—they are slowly vanishing just like me.
Sora walks back into the living room as I plop myself down onto the couch. "I talked to Ivy," My younger sister suddenly spoke.
I hum and do not let her show how much pain the mention of anyone related to Adams brings me. "She doesn't know about you. I guess he hasn't told anyone, yet."
