The Amnesiac

A Pair of Confessions

Note:

This chapter is heavy. It also has a (long-awaited?) smut. So please read it when you're in a good setting to do so.

This one is long, but I'd recommend reading it in one sitting if you can. Cheers :)

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"You look happy," Jaime mutters, smiling in adoration.

"Yeah, I am," you grin. "Because of you two. I'm really glad I have you."

"Aww..." Jaime puts her hands under her chin and pouts, her eyes sparkling. "I'm so happy that you're happy..."

You glance at Emiru, looking for her reaction. Her face is expressionless as she stares down under the table.

"Emi?" You call, leaning over to see around the tablecloth.

She slowly looks up, hearing her name.

"Huh?" She mutters, her eyes dazed.

"Are you ok?" Jaime slowly asks.

"..."

"..."

Your heartbeat pulses in your chest, fingers, and neck, and you can feel all three in the overwhelming silence wrapped around the room.

Where... did all the sounds go?

I don't even hear Lily anymore. What happened?

"Can you check your phone?" Emi finally mumbles, still staring down at her screen. "I don't know what this means."

"What what means?" Jaime asks, thoroughly creeped out.

You reach into your pocket, still unable to shake off the peculiar sensation of blood coursing through your body.

Come back to the house as soon as you can. We have something we need to tell you.

"Rae texted me."

"Me too," Emi responds. "She asked me to come to your house. It's about you."

"Why?" Your heart pounds. "What happened?" You look at Jaime, seeing her face contort as she reads a similar text.

"I don't know," Jaime mutters. "But it must be bad."

"Stop that. You're not helping," Emi shoots back, glaring at her. "Let's just go and see. Maybe it's nothing..."

...

Your mind feels foggy. Your hands are sweating bullets, but you barely notice. The incessant anxiety looming over you makes every step feel heavier than the last.

Emi reaches for the door, much more composed than you, and opens it.

"..."

Thirteen girls lie inside the living room, some by themselves, some in groups.

Huh? What is this?

The atmosphere is thick with an oppressive sorrow that envelops you the moment you step inside.

The air seems intoxicated with grief and anguish, and you can't ignore the overwhelming feeling that something is very, very wrong.

You step inside, kicking off your shoes without taking your blurry eyes off the sight. The stillness is soul-crushing, and it seeps from every corner of the room, tearing apart the comfort of the space you once called home.