| An Amourshipping Story |
[but can be read as an individual story too]
mémoire = memory
The most tragic stories happen when a girl meets a boy and they fall in love. But when a girl falls in love with a boy who only existed in her memory, the stor...
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She opened her eyes, adjusting to the brightness of her surroundings while focusing onto the ceiling. It was the familiar ceiling of her room and, instantly, she felt herself falling limp in her bed. She closed her eyes again, snuggling into the comfort.
I am okay. I am home.
Why was she in bed, what happened, why could she not immediately remember what happened-Serena chose to shun out all those thoughts and nuzzle comfortably into her comforter. It smelled of sugar and cinnamon and citrus-unfamiliar.
Hmm.
She blinked her eyes open just a bit to inspect the unfamiliar, citrusy comforter which she was clutching close to herself. But it was not a comforter. It was a jacket she did not recognize. The honey blonde quickly shuffled and sat up, holding the jacket in front of her and trying to figure out if she ever owned such a jacket. Or if anyone at home did.
"Serena!"
Serena dragged her attention away from the jacket and to the speaker, and yelped when she was tackled back down onto the bed with Bonnie hugging her tightly by the neck.
"Y-You w-woke up!" The younger girl mumbled softly and sniffled, trying to stop more tears from falling.
"B-Bonnie-yes, but p-please let my neck go, I-I can't b-breathe," Serena wheezed and Bonnie immediately pulled away, sitting at the foot of the bed and holding the honey blonde's hand tightly.
"Y-You scared everyone! What happened?" She asked softly, rubbing Serena's hands lovingly.
That she did not know. The last thing she remembered was opening the door and seeing him, after which she directly woke up in her bed.
But that's impossible, he can not be here.
Did she hallucinate? Was it getting worse?
A whirlwind of thoughts and fears crept up her back, clouding her mind and causing her to choke on her own breath. Serena fisted her sweater in her hand and clutched onto it tightly, her eyes still lingering on the jacket that lay on her bed.
What is going on?
"Serena . . ."
Bonnie's soft voice pierced through her thoughts, pulling her out of her mind. Dismissing the uncertainty and gravity of the situation, she shook her head and sighed. "I don't know. I can't remem-" She stopped mid-sentence as her eyes fell on the door of her room, specifically at the person who was leaning on the door frame.
Tanned skin in a warm brown hue, sharp facial features with signature z-shaped scars on his cheeks, tousled, jet black hair which spiked at the ends and an ever so slight smile gracing his face. The warmth of his smile reached his eyes which shined passionately, embracing their auburn color.
