The Most Beautiful Thing

Epilogue 2/2

This is the very end of this story, thank you for taking the time to read it. I will be writing Taming The Misandrist now so see you there! <3

Sorry po for the super late posting for this one. It was hard for me to finish the story itself bc of course, I still wanted to write more of it but then again I have to move on for my other stories, lol!! Anyways, I would write more about the Limjuacos so stay tuned for that.

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Now playing: Everglow by Coldplay.

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After the accident, things were rough for me. I suffered from cluster headaches because of my amnesia that happened on the night I was hit by a 4-wheeler truck. They told me I lost my recent memories and now I can only remember what happened 10 years earlier.

But there's a blurry vision in my dreams, an image of a girl with a long, curly hair that's been bothering me lately. I couldn't see her face clearly and it frustrates me.

She's a little girl. About 5 to 6 years old, I think? Or 7, to be precise.

"Ahia, you okay?" Marco asked when he saw me spacing out.

We're alone in the hospital. My family decided that I'll stay here for another week for the doctors to guide my healing process since my headaches hurt so much everytime a new memory comes up. My family is slowly filling me up with the details of the 10 years I've forgotten. They said I just trained here in China and finished my studies for the Limjian Company.

"By any chance..." I turned to Marco to ask him something about my blurry memories of a curly-haired little girl. "Do I have a daughter?"

Marco almost spat out the water he was drinking. He looked at me with a shocked expression on his face.

"A daughter?! You have one?!"

"I don't know, Shoti! That's why I'm asking you!"

Marco raised his hands in the air. It was obvious that he really knows nothing. But why? I don't understand. Of all people, he should know because he's my brother and he lives with me.

Unless..

"I don't know as well! How should I know that?" He answered back.

There was silence between us after he said that. We just looked at each other and he raised an eyebrow at me.

I looked at him intently."Why don't you know? During those years, you were with me right?"

He suddenly looked uneasy, like he's hiding something. He's my little brother and I know him too well. I know that he's lying right now.

"I— yeah. O-of course!"

He's lying. Of all people, he should know the answer to my question.

But I've been feeling sketchy lately. It's like I never lived with the people around me at all. It felt like.. I was alone, but not entirely alone because I know I was with the girl in my dreams. But, why is she so little? Is she really my daughter?

"Tell me Marco," I asked. "Are they hiding something from me?"

He looked so tense. My gut feeling is telling me that my family is really hiding something from me. I'm going to figure it out soon.