𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

The room was dimly lit, the heavy shadows casting long, ominous figures on the walls. A single table stood at the center, flanked by two chairs—one occupied by a stern-faced investigator, the other by Desiree Hart. The air was thick with tension, punctuated only by the soft scratch of a pen against paper as the investigator took notes.

Desiree's gaze was fixed on a spot on the floor, her expression a mask of calm composure. "My mom was a very strict woman," she began, her voice steady but laced with a hint of nostalgia. "Many people see her as a workaholic monster. But she's not really that bad... when you get to know her, you discover that she found happiness in her work. She disapproved of my dream of becoming a writer, and so I worked hard to please her, hoping that one day she would let me follow my own path. But that never happened."

She paused, her fingers tracing the edge of the table absentmindedly. "She was obsessed with success and money, controlling almost every aspect of my life. At the end of the day, though, she's still my mom."

The investigator, a man in his late forties with a sharp gaze, raised an eyebrow. "Do you know anything about her business?"

Desiree nodded slowly. "The Dream Catcher Entertainment? Of course. It's an entertainment agency that recruits and trains talented children who aspire to become singers, actors, dancers, songwriters—anything in the entertainment industry. But if you want the truth behind the façade, it's not as straightforward. There are hidden layers and darker truths that I only recently uncovered."

"Start with the people who were involved," the investigator suggested, his tone professional yet intrigued.

Desiree's eyes flickered with a mix of sadness and regret. "There were at least forty people involved—clients, relatives, and more. I only met eight of them personally, but two of them had a significant impact on me. One taught me to find joy in the simplest things, while the other showed me how a small dream could unite the world. They were remarkable people, and yet, I only made their lives more difficult. I even threatened them in the most comical ways." Her voice trailed off, and a wistful smile appeared on her lips as she looked up, her gaze distant. "I wish fate had been kinder..."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound the low hum of the overhead lights. After a moment, Desiree spoke again, her voice softer. "I know it's not part of the investigation, but before I reveal everything, could you please read the last sentence of the book Remembering Dreams?"

The investigator, slightly taken aback by the request, nodded and picked up the book lying on the table. He read aloud, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "'If you were reincarnated and fate gave you a chance to choose the life that you want, would you choose something else or would you still choose the same?"

Desiree's eyes misted over, her emotions momentarily breaking through her composed facade. "No... I wouldn't choose this life. I would pick a life where I could meet those people in a normal way, be happy, fall in love, and be free to be with them until the end. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

She paused, the bittersweet memories of Wallace flashing through her mind—his smile, his dreams, their moments together. 

"If I ever meet you and fall in love again," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "please let it be in the right place at the right time. That way, we can be together without any care in the world but our own."

As the investigator absorbed her words, Desiree's gaze softened, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. The darkness of the room seemed to envelop her, but in her heart, a glimmer of hope and a longing for a different life remained.