who are you?

who are you?

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"Zack calm down, this isn't helping the situation" The voices of people around me arouse me from my sleep. The pain in my head came through in fast waves causing the feeling of nausea to hit me at full force. "You expect me to calm down? how the fuck can she lose her memory like this!" a loud booming voice shouted, alerting me to open my eyes, but instead they didn't, it was almost like they were sealed shut. "Sir it was because of the accident, after she woke up she wasn't able to iden-" A quiet voice belonging to a woman began. "Stop saying she doesn't remember!" The same man from before bellowed. At this, I opened my eyes, this time succeeding. Imagine waking up one day in a fluorescent hospital with the smell of iodoform overpowering your senses, to find out that 4 years have passed, vanished from your memory. finding out that you had run away from the family you adore, moved cities, and let's not forget the fact that you're living with a man so cold that he makes your skin crawl. What happened to the boyfriend you loved? What if everything you believe in has been destroyed by no one but yourself in the past 4 years?
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I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __

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