green eyes

tiga || three

I HAVE THAT DREAM again, my head spinning as I put my head on my hand. It's a him. Each day they give me somewhat a clue about this person that been haunting me ever since I woke up from my comma, he told me that he loves me. It's sound crazy because I don't think I knew him.

My phone beeping beside me, I look up to see I have a text from Jackson.

Jackson
I'm sorry to ignore you, you right, I just worried. And I missed you. J.

Chriseve
It's fine. Good night.

I put the phone on charge, as I set the playlist on. A good sad song comes up, it's actually fit the moment because somehow I'm in very sad states.

That his eyes, this shade of green and I don't know the orbits inside is so beautiful. But whenever I'm thinking about that dream, my chest hurts.

I reached out for my laptop, I type in my password;

My e-mail blow ups with upcoming events from Google and Online Shop Website.

I type "Walter High School" and see that I have access to online yearbooks not everyone got the access, only members of Library Organization got the access.

I clicked the link, it send me right to the website.

Welcome to Yearbooks.co.us Chriseve Rose!

WALTER HIGH SCHOOL

Year of 2010

I scrolled down the introduction in the books. I focused on the kid on the yearbooks, somewhat I'm hoping I could've found some clues about the man on my dreams. And then my picture showed, me with my chubby cheeks and my high bun. My smile didn't reach my eyes thought, wondering what happen.

Rose Hamburg
December 24th 1992, Sydney, Australia
Member of Library Organization
❝Escape the city and follow the sun❞

What's on my mind when I'm saying that for the yearbooks? Am i crazy? Am I somehow wanted to be a traveler? Or something? If I do, it'll be useless to take Law and Economic Politics in University.

My eyes tiredly glance over the clock on the nightstand, 04:55 A.M., This far I haven't got any clue but I'm coming to the end. So it's mean I've been browsing my yearbooks for three hours including me cook some a very late dinner and do the dish. I tiredly close my laptop before lying straight on my back.

I should get some sleep by now, and I hope I could see him and more clue. I slowly close my eyes before yawning. And silently praying, for more clue about the man that haunting me and tortured me with somehow unreadable pain.

***

"What happen? You sleep till three in the afternoon?" Mom pressed her palm of hand on my forehead, "Are you ill?" Mom asked, and I sheepishly shake my head.

"Do you take your medicines right?" I nod my head, "Do you want to call Dr. Wilde?" And my eyes widen, "Oh come on Mom. I'm all good" I smile and somehow Mom nodding and picked up her ringing phone.

"Mom, can I go to the Ernie's Diner?" I ask, and she cover her phone. "Sure darling, you okay by yourself?" She whispers and I nodded my head. I excused myself to go back to my room, Mom sounds pretty busy.

I take a seat in the edge of my bed, thinking about my dream. Actually I really want to talk to Mom about this dream of mine but she's somewhat busy.

I unplugged my phone from the chargers and suddenly my chest feel heavy and full. I need fresh air. I rushed goes downstairs to outside. When I push the door open, I'm goes straight to the lay down in the snowy garden. I breathe heavily and I think I might just have a panic-attack and I feel like I'm crying.

What happen to me?

It just happen now, and it's makes me panic all over again. And the coldness of the snow is somehow makes me warm. And it's makes me calm down, from the heaviest feelings in my chest and the running mind, I gulping before stood on my feet. Looking back to the house, seeing Mom rushing out of the door.

"Chris! what happen?" Mom asked as she embrace me.

I shakes my head and tell her that I just having a panic attack. "I have to go now Mom" and she shakes her head in rejection. "Fine, let's go together. Just wait in the car, I'm gonna takes my stuff and we're going"

I nodd my head before Mom rushing back to the house and comes back in seconds after.

We're seat in the place as we are yesterday. I order a big burger and hot chocolate and Mom only order a coffee and she bring out her laptop and her papers. She have a new case.

"Mom, can we talk about something that been bothering me a lot?" I ask out of blue as my hand cup the cup of my hot chocolate. And Mom raised her head from her laptop with her glasses hung low on her nose. She sigh before shutting her laptop, "What is it bothering you? Is someone? Is it about Jackson?"

"No, lately I had a dream and in every dream I had there is this guy that I know nothing about and each dream I had there's a glint of clue of his appearance."

Her eyes studying me, "Chris, that's only dream," I rolled my eyes of her answer. "Since when you have this dream?"

"It started from the first day I woke up in hospital"

"I'll talk to Dr. Wilde about this now" Mom picked her phone and soon she speaks about me.

"Yes dr. Wilde, she's having that dream?" Mom watching me quietly, and she nodding on something she heard. I throw away my focus on Kendra who is smile sweetly on every costumer she come into. Is this girl not tired of smiling too much?

"Honey," I look back on mom who is just put her phone down on the table surface. "dr. Wilde said you might have a memory loss and he said it's normal for you to have this and he said he want to see you when you back to London"

A memory loss?

****

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