Two ex-lovers made use of a machine to erase all memory of each other. But what could happen when they meet again? Will they rekindle a love that was there before? Will they forget about the past? Will they live happily ever after?
"Irvine! Get up! It is already 6:00 and you still have class!" called my aunt throughout the house. I spring up from my bed and raced into the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I turned the corner and jumped on a jeep.
Anyways,Iam Irvine, a college student. I don't have parents-my aunt told me they abandoned me when I was still a kid. She took me in and raised me as her own, but there was always something missing. There was always a void in my life that I would never be able to fill.
"One more! Just one more and the jeep moves-deja vu, ha? He left you, didn't he?" the conductor jokingly quipped. Seriously, manong? I rolled my eyes and got some money out. I was already late.
"Fuck...one more?" I swear, half of me is already hanging outside the seat," I muttered under my breath. I noticed it was a lot bouncier than before.
In the meantime, I simply read on Wattpad-I missed my husband-to-be. Everything was going fine while I crazily flipped through the pages until all of a sudden, something heavy settled atop my shoulder.
"Huhu, kuya, you're such a heavy sleeper-anyway, good thing you're handsome," I suddenly spoke, scared that he might get angry.
"Uhmmm...kuya? Can you wake up now?"
We were almost reaching my campus, so I nudged him lightly. I wasn’t expecting him to alight at the same station with me. And to top it all, we were both enrolled in the same course. He was studying engineering.
The professor even made us partners.
"I'm Khalil Lucien Eryx," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.
Wow. That's long.
"I'm Irvine Louise Fiorisce. Nice to meet—" Just before I could shake his hand, I felt an attack of dizziness wash over me.
Then I saw something.
A blurry image of a boy and a girl. They were happy together. I couldn't make out their features, but they felt familiar. Then darkness.
I woke in the clinic, my mind in a jumble. I had never felt anything like this before. Maybe it was this damned stress? After all, I'm a nursing student—there we get tired.
"Irvine, are you okay?" Khalil's voice brought me back to reality.
"Y-Yeah. Thanks for bringing me here and taking care of me," I said, pausing in between.
He had looked so cold at that time, yet now, it was quite evident that he was really worried.
"You're welcome. Would you like to head back to class?" Khalil extended his hand to help me up.
As soon as our skins touched—
An image rushed back into my mind.
Unfamiliar yet strangely familiar images filled my mind. A darkened street. A boy, holding me possessively. A girl, crying. A girl pleading.
Then a loud screech. Tires screeching. Blackness.
What was that?
Classes finished and I went home, but I was thinking only of what had happened before.
Why do I keep seeing something whenever I’m with Khalil? Why do I feel something that I cannot seem to explain whenever he’s near? Do I... know him?
My aunt once told me that I had been in an accident where I had sustained heavy injuries. I had been in a hospital bed under heavy anesthesia for almost three months. This also must have taken my memories back then.
Could that be the reason?
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FLASHBACK
Years ago…
"Irvine, don't you cry. You've still got me, okay?"
She sniffled, holding onto his hands tighter and tighter. "You promise me not to leave."
Khalil chuckled, pulling her into a tight embrace. " I've never loved you."
"H-Hon, please...don't leave me."
"Irvine, I don't love you anymore please set me free."
"N-No...don't do this to me, Khalil!"
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I woke up crying. My heart felt so heavy, like I was stab right through it.
"W-What was that? Why am I crying? Why does this hurt so much?" I murmured into that lonely room.
Another flashback? nightmare?bad dream?
Why would I say Khalil's name?
I felt a pounding headache, almost unbearable. As I stumbled into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, I tried to focus on the problem at hand.
"I must find out the truth.
Who is Khalil Lucien Eryx?"
I need to find the answer by myself.
