"Apple. Apple. Amnesia. Hey, Amnesiac. Wake up," Angel whispered, nudging me.
"Morning already?"
He nodded, standing up. I followed suit and looked over at Sébastien who had a hard look on his face. I bit my lip, heading over to him. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and he stiffened.
"Problem?" I asked him.
"Why did you sleep with Angel?"
"I had a dream where I saw people from where I came from. I had to tell him about it. I ended up falling asleep over there. I apologise, Sébastien. I just really needed to tell him."
"Who did you see?"
"Some old friends of mine, apparently, and then people who hate me or are forced to hate me."
"Did you see an old boyfriend?"
"I do not think that I had a boyfriend. Angel, did I?"
"No, you did not. You would not date the only available man there. You had no feeling toward him."
I nodded, looking back at Sébastien. He smiled down at me. He pulled me into his side. I smiled back at him.
"Hey, love birds, time to go. We need to get good time to make sure we find them fast," Fiona stated, laughing.
We both rolled our eyes. We ambled over to our horses and mounted them, starting back on our quest. The name Fiona's horse was Lydia and Travis' was Jessamine. They were both Satan's horses. Obviously.
We rode our horses in the same formation as yesterday. I looked at the scenery around us. Such a beautiful time of year. My favourite season is autumn. It is just so pretty. The change of the leaves, the plants that grow at this time. It is just so wonderful and peaceful.
Why does Lina hate me if I did nothing?
Remember what Colton and Eros were saying? That you stick up for those brought into the life?
Well, yes, but how could that make her hate me?
She must not like you sticking up for those people.
I do not know what type of life it was anyway! It just makes no sense to me. How could that make her hate me?
I have no idea.
Well, I do not know what I did to her, but even before she was saying that she hates me, I had a bad feeling about her.
I am sure you did.
Oh, shut up. I still absolutely hate you.
Of course you do. Why would you not? It is not like I have done anything useful, huh?
Well, I am not so sure about that.
You are such an imbecile.
Maybe so, but I do not care much.
Of course you do not. You like being difficult.
Me? Difficult? Never. Angel is difficult, not me. Get your facts straight.
"Apple, you alright? You zoned out a bit," Sébastien commented.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. I am quite alright. Thank you."
"Are you sure? You look a bit on edge."
"I am fine. Do not worry about me, Sébastien."
"I cannot help that, but as you wish," he fake bowed from on top of Octavius.

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Amnesia
FantasyAmnesia can be a pain. Even more so when your amnesia can be the cause of your demise. In nineteenth century France and England, a teenage girl struggles with having amnesia while away from her home. She must venture on horseback with a French boy a...