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What if forgotten memories are the only answer for every question ?
What if past comes back ?
What Who How ?
So many questions?
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Rebecca steps out of the visitation room, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She dabs away the stray tear that escaped her eye and pauses for a moment to gather her thoughts.
And walked straight out of there ,her eyes fixed on the destination she has in mind.
Rebecca Marched to Rey's office, the doorbell ringing out sharply as she stood there impatiently
Soon after, the door creaked open, and Rey stood before her, his face a mask of almost emotionless calm. His eyes, cast downward, seemed gloomy, like a shadow had fallen across them. But as he raised his gaze to meet Rebecca's, a flicker of something else danced across his eyes that hadn't been there before. Also there was a hint of surprise.
Rey's eyes locked onto Rebecca's, and he began to speak,
Rey: "Rebecca-"
But she cut him off, her voice firm and direct.
Rebecca:"You know why I'm here, Mr. Rey."
Rey's expression faltered for a moment, and he nodded curtly.
Rey:come in
Rey stepped aside, allowing Rebecca to enter. As she brushed past him, he caught a whiff of her scent, a subtle blend of floral and spice that seemed to linger in the air. He closed the door behind her, his eyes never leaving her face.
Rebecca walked into the room, her gaze scanning the space.
Rebecca's eyes widened as she took in the disarray. Papers were scattered across the floor, furniture was overturned, and books were strewn about, their pages torn and crumpled. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the room, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. She turned to Rey, her expression incredulous.
Rebecca:"What happened here?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of shock and suspicion.
Rey's expression was enigmatic, his eyes also looked hurt, a flicker of pain visible in their depths.
That look was so familiar to Rebecca she had seen a similar pair of eyes with the same pain.
Rey: that's little boy made this mess now he is hiding somewhere he is scared of you
Rebecca: who?
Rey's gaze lingered on hers for a moment before he responded. Rey:"I've been searching for something,"
Rebecca's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities.
Rebecca:"What could you possibly be looking for that would warrant this level of destruction?" she pressed on, her tone laced with skepticism.
