•4: Nostalgia•

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"Let's go in."

He entered the room and before I close the door, I noticed something on the floor...a necklace with a ring as its pendant? Is this his?

a necklace with a ring as its pendant? Is this his?

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I picked it up. It's a simple silver ring with the words engraved in it and it says,

"I Love You."

Suddenly, my head begun throbbing painfully as vague images flashed.

Images of different places from simple to the most exciting ones:

The beach with the a beautiful sunset, the amusement park, restaurant, cafe, library...and in a room?

But,

The places don't really matter...it's him that matters. Who is he?

Different places but with the same person. Everything is hazy except his angelic smile and his hands....holding mine? Why?

These....are images I've seen before..Why now? What is this? Who are you?! What the hell is this!?

Fuck! My head hurts!

I cursed under my breath, my free hand making it's way to my head, tugging my hair a little.

I feel weird.

My chest hurts.

It feels like my heart was being squeezed and the sharp pain makes it difficult to breathe. I feel a lump in my throat and my vision starts to get blurry as tears slowly well up.

Seriously. What the fuck is this?

I want to cry.

I immediately stood up and ran to the restroom and locked myself in. I couldn't take it anymore and gave in. I burst out into tears.

Why?

What are this tears for?

I don't know but I kept on crying. My heart feels exhausted...feels broken. I tightly held the ring while I placed my hands on my chest, pressing it and hoping for this feeling to stop and go.

Why do I feel so sad? So hurt? What is this pain?

Why? Just WHY!!?

Why? Just WHY!!?

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