I The Distant Memory

And now, like a flash back, a memory of me flashed in my mind. It’s like it was so hidden that I didn’t even know that it’s a memory. It felt like it was a dream.

"Something weird happened to me yesterday, Peter." I said to him while we were chilling at their place.

"Only weird things happen to you. What’s new?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. I know he’s talking about how weird I am as a teen-age lady. He used to tease me about it all the time.

"No, I’m serious. Do you know this crazy woman living on the sidewalk? "

"You mean the old beggar woman?" He raised his brow.

I murmured words. I know I’m not good at describing people. He always corrects me. How many times will he prove to me that he’s a good person and I’m the complete opposite of him?

"Yes, that woman. She told me that my time in this world would soon end."

I still remember how she said it to me. Was she like a possessed person or was she just losing some screws in her head?

"Tss. You know she needs professional support, rig