BROWNLYN BURTON
"A pearl can change a heart"
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I could feel it kicking in... My heart, my hands, my legs—everything was alive. I opened my eyes and was hit by a bright white light. It was like being born and dying all at once. What the heck is happening?
A pearl.
The last thing that came to my mind when I came to my senses wasn’t my name. It was that same pearl from the last flash before everything went numb.
When I glanced at the woman next to my bed, she was busy scrolling on her phone. She's... my maid.
"Barina...?" I called out to her.
Her eyes went wide for a moment before she turned to me, looking even more shocked.
"Oh-... My lord!"
She bolted out of the room, tears streaming down her face. What on earth is happening?
I looked down at my hands... they were covered in way more hair than I remembered. I pulled a strand and was stunned by how long it had gotten. Did all this happen overnight?
My gaze wandered around the room... this was definitely my space. Those quirky posters I just put up were still there, and the plants I had nurtured were now bigger and seemed older.
Suddenly, I heard a loud commotion and someone rushing toward my room.
A familiar woman with crimson brown hair burst in, her face glowing and her eyes shimmering with tears.
It was my mother.
She dashed to my bedside and enveloped me in a tight hug.
"Oh- great heavens! My baby!"
Her tears soaked the green fabric I was wearing.
Wait, is this a hospital gown?
"Mom... why are you crying? And what’s with this outfit?"
I tugged at the green cloth, but she just kept sobbing.
"My baby! Oh my baby!"
She turned to my maid.
"Barina... call my husband and let him know." Her smile shone through her tears as she looked back at me, her expression twisting with emotion.
"My dear..."
I was completely blank.
"Why are you crying, Mom?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Dear! How can you not understand? My precious daughter has come back to life after a..."
Her tears flowed even more.
"A three-year coma."
My heart dropped.
Three years?
Three years... thirty-six months... an endless number of days...
"Please tell me you’re joking."
Her sorrow shifted into a joyful smile as she kissed my cheeks.
"I'm so happy, dear."
That didn’t answer my question. My mom wouldn’t cry over a silly joke; she doesn’t even know what a prank is. Her tears were genuine, which meant...
What she said was true.
Three years of my life... gone. No memories, just... three years of nothing.
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Adventure◍✧*Brownlyn Burton, a kind soul with a rich history, unexpectedly finds herself confronting some major challenges in her life. These are the very challenges she never asked for, yet her heart yearns for them. As she digs into the mystery of her thr...
