Aira? Aiiraaa~
Her eyes flushed open at the same familiar voice. It still sounded like a girl's voice.
Who . . . are you?
Her head circled across the dark room, hoping to see something. But failed.
I'm the one who granted your wish.
She felt confused. Her heart began to ache.
My wish?
She repeated.
Yes, you're wish. Do you not remember?
I don't. . . .
She felt as if the person talking smirked inwardly.
Of course you don't. How's it going, by the way?
How's what?
Ian. You wished to forget him. Everything about him. Do you not remember?
By the moment the person gave its word, a loud, screeching voice boomed.
I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER!
~*~
Her eyes immediately shot open, she gaze at her white ceiling. Beads of sweats slowly dropping down her forehead as her breath heaves up and down. Begging for air.
A nightmare. She thought, closing her eyes for a brief moment in time before opening it again and looking at the wall clock.
4:39am. It reads.
She got up and started getting ready for school.
~*~
"Aira!" Her friend, Kurt called from afar as she was about to enter the school's gate.
"Kurt! Hey, good morning." She grinned and watched as her friend dash towards her.
"So, how are things with you and your memories?" He began to ask, causing her eyebrows to furrow slightly.
"I don't really know. Some part of that buzzy memory I had made me feel uncomfortable. Like somewhere in my mind kept pushing it was you. But there's this gut feeling telling me otherwise." Kurt shook his head, "Aira, Aira, Aira. You and Ian had been friends waaay before we met. And trust me, when we met? CoD had been the least exciting game for you. Since you did played it a millionth time with Ian before you met me."
