Who are you?

Chapter 2

I was standing in front of the most famous landmark in what had become my favourite country so far—Spain. La Sagrada Familia. I had heard so much about it, seen countless photos, and now, here I was. I stared at the magnificent cathedral, its towering spires reaching for the sky, and marvelled at the intricate details that captivated me even more than I had imagined. It felt like something out of a fairy tale, and I was certain I didn't want to stay here for just a week. So, a week turned into two weeks. Two weeks turned into a month.

During that time, I started learning Spanish, met many new friends, and most importantly, I began to feel... happy. I had never felt so relaxed as I did in this place. I was here alone, but I never felt lonely. Every day, I learned new emotions, new ways of living. It was as if each day carried me further away from everything I had known, everything I had left behind. And yet, I felt like I had found a home.

But everything has its end. I had decided I needed to leave, to see other countries before returning to my normal life. I still had a month of travel left. And even though I had experienced some of the most beautiful moments of my life here, I knew I couldn't stay in one place—not when so much was still waiting for me. So many places to see. So many new people and experiences to encounter.

I sat in a corner café on one of the city's streets, my bag filled with countless flyers and tickets I was slowly pasting into my travel journal—a journal I had started just for this two-month journey because I didn't want to forget a single moment or feeling I experienced.

After glueing in and recording everything I hadn't yet written, I began planning what was next. I mapped out my travels to other cities, other countries, but something deep inside me lingered. Like a quiet whisper, as if I knew something was beginning, even though I didn't know what.

And then, he appeared.

At first, it was just a coincidence. Two strangers meet in a café abroad, each with their own life, their own dreams. But from the moment I first met him, everything changed.

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I woke with a start. The sound of the hospital machines filled the room. My heart was racing, cold sweat dripping from my forehead. I couldn't breathe. That memory... it felt so real. As if I had truly been there. I could feel every movement and emotion I had experienced in the dream.

I looked around the room. Darkness, lit only by moonlight streaming through the window. My mom was gone. Silence everywhere. Just me and this empty space, filled with the sterile smell of the hospital.

I placed my hands over my face, trying to calm myself. That memory... what did it mean? Why had it come back to me now? It was like someone had unlocked a door in my mind, but only let out one fragment of my memories.

I closed my eyes, trying to recall his face, his voice, everything we had shared. But the harder I tried, the blurrier it became. And that fear crept back into my body. What else had I forgotten?