"Can I go home now? I have 'parents' that are waiting for me." You rolled your eyes at the woman who didn't even move an inch away from her desk—doing her work seriously.
"They're gonna kill me" You added.
But still, the 'woman', whom you have later known as Shoko, was fixated on her desk and paper works.
'Talk about a diligent person' You huffed and sighed. Giving up on annoying her. Because it is not working.
'Knew she would shut up' Shoko smirked internally. Guessing your every move as if she was playing a guessing game.
'She would then lay on the bed-' Before Shoko could finish her thoughts you lay flat on the bed.
A point for Shoko!
She continued writing. To make her act seem more believable. Now how 'diligent' can describe Shoko now, huh?
'Then in a few seconds she will complain...'
"Arghhh, I'm bored.. Oi, working woman... just at least talk to me. I'm getting bored here." You tried to hit her with a pillow lazyly, but she dodged it gracefully.
Another point for Shoko!
The whole morning went on and as the brown-haired woman was about to get lunch...
"Ieri-san... can you please join me for lunch? Please? I get lonely without you here." You clasped your hand together and bowed your head as you sat down on your designated bed.
"Fine, I'll just buy some lunch outside."
Somehow it made you happy. Seeing her agree to you on the idea of dining together for lunch.
"Oh I forgot. Come outside. It's better for you to enjoy fresh air." She added and went her way off again.
"She's really considerate.." You smiled, head down.
"I really hope, I can attain my memories back."
1st POV
I know, and I can feel it. I just have this doubt in my mind. There's something missing and I can't have my finger to pin-point who this person is. He's a close one. dearest to my heart. Who is he?
I can feel that... here, is where I belong... but I kept on denying it. I'm scared. I'm scared to have my memories back. I am anxious.
Is that man...really my husband? My soul doesn't approve of him being the person I long for. my heart can't speak for me. Yet my mind also can't find the answer I'm looking for.
How old am I? i know I'm not 17 years old. Duh as if I'd believe that.
also, looking around, I have lots of pictures with these people I saw earlier. And one caught my attention. The black-haired man who has his hair tied up on a man-bun. My soul approves. I must find this man and.. and...
"Y/n? Are you going to eat lunch with me?"
Ieri-san snapped me off of my thoughts. She's always there to make things easier. It feels like she's an older sister of mine.
As I got up the bed. One picture of me and this lady caught my eye... rather... it was a... painting..?
"Hmm? You like it?" She smiled warmly at me...
"I do, it's really pretty" you said still enchanted by the beauty of the painting
"You surely do have nice tastes huh? You painted that and gifted it to me for my birthday"
holy hell, I painted this? Such a talent indeed.
"Hmm, i don't recall being a great painter though."
"You'll remember it sooner or later. Come now, food's getting cold."
" 'kay "
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AdventureA sequel to the previous book that I wrote. Y/N Geto (Suguru's Sister) Nisemono... An impostor. A person who manipulates the players of the game. The one who pulls strings behind the stage. The false, fake, artificial version of the real deal. Find...
