Remember Me, Mi Amore

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My senses became awake due to the warmth that was surging in my palm. It felt... it felt like a hot choco in a rainy day.

I looked at the person holding my hands. I pursed my lips when I saw who it was. I thought he was busy? What was he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be at the company right now? 

Do I seriously need to be hospitalized so, in that way, he will meet me? Do I need to be in danger so that my parents would show care about me? Well, if the answer is yes, I don't care.

I will not put myself in danger just because of them, then. I don't care about their care anyway. I'm way past asking that after the thing that they pulled off back when...

"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked me as he puts his hand on my forehead.

As soon as he reached it, I immediately looked at him the other way. It resulted to his hand hanging in the air. I heard him sighed because of what I did. Are they not used to that? They should be.

"You're not attending more of your classes this day. No ifs and buts Anne." he immediately walked away from me after he said that.

I was alone again. All along since we arrived in this place, that feeling had been constant. I gulped this unwanted feeling that was pushing my heart to be crashed. I don't want to feel that way again. I don't want to feel the time where I saw her walking away as I was begging her to let me stay.

I remembered her out of nowhere. It was because, I had a nightmare — Yes, her appearing in my vision is a definition of nightmare to me. Heck, even when I'm not sleeping she's my nightmare. I sighed again as I looked at the white wall that was in front of me. It was white, blank. Like my nightmare that she had appeared on.

My emotions while looking at them were blank. My eyes are blank. But the way she was looking at me in that nightmare, was white. White as in, pure. Pure? But how can a monster be pure? How can a nightmare have a white feeling? I don't know. Maybe, it was just my mind playing with me. 

I don't want to talk about her anymore. My head was starting to ache again. My vision is also getting blurry. And my head feels like it's spinning. Gosh. I'm pretty sure when I stand up, I would throw up because of all the things that I was feeling.

My eye contact with the spinning white wall was broken because my ears ringed when I heard somebody had called me. I immediately knew who that was because it was my father. 

"Anne, I already gave your teacher an excuse letter. You're excused for the whole day. We can go home now," he said to me. I was just looking at him the entire time he was saying that to me. I didn't open my mouth to mutter an answer. I didn't even want to open it. 

The car ride home was seriously quiet. No one cares for us to talk. Or maybe the people that I'm with right now just don't want to talk. I don't want to talk too. At this time, when things are confusing me, I prefer peace and quiet.

I was getting bored of the scene in front of me. It was just passing cars getting here and there. I looked away from the asphalt black road. I closed my eyes instead and leaned in comfortably in the back of the car seat. As soon as I did that, memories buried back in my head started to crawl up front.

"Mom," a little girl said. Her hands were extended. It was either she was pointing at something or she was telling her mom that she wants something.

My head tilted to the side. I was curious about everything about her. I was curious why her hand was up like she was trying to reach the stars. I was curious why she was smiling like happiness was hovering her while calling her mom. I was curious about how her brown eyes reflect every happiness on earth. And lastly, I was curious about her face.