Memory Mirage

Enchanting conversation 1

Time: 7:00 pm

Selena had been ordered not to leave the house. That morning, before Felix left for work, he had instructed her not to wander around. As much as Selena was a submissive person, she was also curious. So, instead of wandering outside, she began exploring the house. She looked through his closets, the shelves in the kitchen, and even the bookshelf he had organized so meticulously.

While exploring the house, Selena stumbled upon some of his school pictures. Strangely enough, the pictures showed him to be as quiet as he is now. All the pictures featured gloomy skies, seemingly ready to pour rain at any moment. Selena chuckled and continued her exploration. Suddenly, a cracking sound from downstairs pierced the silence. Startled, Selena rushed down the stairs.

The sound of footsteps from upstairs offered a sliver of relief. As I closed the door, I glanced around the entryway to see Selena sprinting down the stairs. Her round, almond-shaped eyes met my hazel eyes, searching as if for a way back. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd been up to all day.
"Did you manage to raid the fridge again in my absence?" I asked with a playful smile, setting my bag down.
"Absolutely not!" she replied, a hint of pink creeping across her cheeks.

I sank back onto the couch, leaning in slightly for comfort. Selena sat across the table, her gaze lingering on my face. My own eyes darted to her hair for a moment before returning to meet hers.
"Is there something you want to say?" I asked gently. She gave a small shake of her head and looked down at her lap.
"Alright, then," I conceded, "but, I have a lot to ask you." My gaze held hers, curious to see her reactions, but my voice softened.

Curiosity flickered in Selena's eyes as she studied me. "What could it be?" she murmured, tilting her head inquisitively.
"Do you remember what happened yesterday?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I echoed her words back. She blinked rapidly, a worried crease appearing on her forehead.
"Of course I remember! My family's in the hospital, right?" Her voice held a note of urgency, laced with a touch of defiance. I narrowed my eyes slightly.
"So you remember what happened to them," I said, my voice even, "but not how it happened?" Her eyes widened, color draining from her face. "I... I can't remember," she stammered, her gaze flickering back to me. "Do you still suspect me... sir?" The last word hung in the air, catching me off guard. I looked away, momentarily speechless.

"No, I don't..." I admitted, the weight of needing answers settling on my shoulders. Her expression softened with relief, a quiet chuckle escaping her lips.
"Is that so...?" Her voice, laced with a hint of amusement, was noticeably sweeter. As a comfortable silence settled between us, I decided to break it.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" I began, then hesitated. "Wait, you do remember everything about yourself, right?"
A slight grin tugged at my lips, unintended. Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features.
"Of course I do!" she snapped. "What kind of questions are those? I wouldn't expect that from an investigator like you." With a huff, she crossed her arms and leaned back against the couch.