“Have you forgotten about it as well?” Reagan immediately reminded me once again.Unfortunately, it isn’t like I really don’t remember it. Rather, it’s because I really don’t have that memory. Being Odessa inside of Claudette made me only worse, knowing that behind the lie of losing all my memories, is the truth that I don’t really have any memories of the original owner of this body.And as I continue to lie to them, I also fail to see through the pain I am slowly giving them, knowing sooner or later they will eventually find out about the truth in me. It will certainly make them all lose their hope. And the even greater problem here is that I can guarantee they won’t ever forgive me after this. In order for me to get away in this awkward situation, I simply smiled back at Reagan and said, “I wish I could remember it, Reagan. I’m really sorry. I—”But before I could even come to with another reason to tell him, he instantly just cut me off and said, “There is no need for you to feel
A few days have passed since the time that Reagan took me to the bay in order to watch the sunset. I never thought that Claudette and Reagan had in fact ever had that kind of special relationship until Reagan finally burst out to tell me all about it. Before that, I never even entertained the idea. He has been keeping his fingers crossed that after telling it to me, I will eventually remember everything there is to know about it and about him. However, it isn’t as easy as that knowing I am not even Claudette to begin with. If only there were some way for me to see Claudette's memories for myself, I'd be able to learn so much more about her past. At least I won't have to continue deceiving these wonderful people and swallowing my pride to do so. It makes me sad that such a thing should have happened to Reagan and Claudette long before their relationship had even begun to develop. When Claudette Silverstone was being talked about, there was not even a single mention of the fact that
What exactly he intends to convey with those words is a mystery to me. Did he really come all the way here and put himself through all that trouble just to save me? It's hard for me to understand why he would feel the need to rescue me when I don't seem to be in any imminent danger and, to top it off, isn't he the one who started out as the more dangerous one in the first place? I don't know what to make of this situation. especially considering that I was already aware that being in his presence would put my safety at risk because he was up to no good, and I wanted to avoid being near him. “You had the audacity to say the words, ‘saving you’, as if you aren’t even someone I need to distance myself from.” I instantly told him. The creep took several steps forward in the direction of the couch where I was sitting. It is already too late for me to even try to escape him because he has already entrapped me by settling his hands on both sides of the arm rest of the couch. I have no
I was instantly pulled inside of my wardrobe by the creep, and because it happened so quickly, I was unable to anticipate it. The first thing that went through my mind was to yell for assistance, but given that this man was trying to cover my mouth, I knew there was no way I could actually make myself heard. Because his large palm was able to cover my entire mouth and nose, I thought I was going to suffocate to death and pass out. I felt compelled to pinch his skin right away in the hopes that he would eventually comprehend the anguish that I have been going through. Thankfully, he immediately noticed me suffering from a lack of air as a result of what he was doing, and so he immediately removed his hand from me and then whispered, "Do you really have to do that?," as he gave me a serious look while giving me the stink eye. Since I was the one who was wronged, he ought to be the one answering my question because I am the one who was victimized here. I find it hard to believe that
I subsequently responded, "It's Hazel brown.""It's also very rare for Asians who were naturally born with a pair of brown eyes color to acquire such cases unless it is hereditary. This case is unlikely to occur since brown-eyed Asians have more melanin in their iris. Compared to those who were born with blue eyes, well, those cases are prone to such." He looks back to my patient chart once more before returning to me, "Did you happen to have some kind of a traumatic experience like an accident causing any harm with your eyes?" he asks.And I promptly answered, "I did not."While the two of us are discussing, Gab just suddenly butts in, "I saw her fainted last night, perhaps it could've been the impact from her fall."Here go his lies again. "I didn't, Gab. so stop saying I fainted." my teeth clenching from temper.Yet, Gab did not renounce to it, "Girl, check this photo and tell me I keep on lying on to you." He showed me a picture of me lying on the lobby floor surrounded by some re
CHAPTER VThe Centre Hospitalier Princess Grace,Avenue Pasteur, MonacoThe bright fluorescent beams around when I open my eyes, causing me mild blindness. My vision started as a blur, slowly clearing up when I look around to see where I am. I rose from what appears like a hospital bed and immediately scrutinize myself, I'm dumbfounded to discover that I am well and fine. I am indeed at a hospital now. The quadrate ward is quite spacious for me alone. Adjacent to me is a wide glass window with sky blue see-through curtain, overlooking a mountain night lights view from here.Miraculously, I didn't get drown, and more importantly, my wound is nowhere to be found. It's as if, I've never been stabbed at all. Part of me still ponder, I'm dead for real yet here I am so alive. Could there be any hospital in the afterlife as well? That's why I'm here?I am completely puzzled and wondering if I'm being fooled by life and death.It is still fresh in my memory how I got drowned along with that P
As my rage dilutes, I suddenly notice the odd way they all look at me. Their stares don't show any sign of fright from my sudden uproar, no not really, it is more like shock than horror. My forehead starts to furrow once more until Emalia, took the courage to tell me, "Thalia, what's wrong with your eyes?"My brow creases, "Why? What's with my eyes?" I asked her but she barely moves her lips.I look at Gab next who is still stammering as he points to my right eye, "Why do you have different eye color?" he asks. What does he mean about my eye color? different color? Is he or are they pranking me?"This isn't a good joke, guys." I blurted.The door creaks open the door again and we all inclined our heads to the nurses coming towards me, following them is a middle-aged blonde white guy in red corporate sleeves and cream trousers buckled with a black belt, his stethoscope hangs over his nape being the only medical display on top of his white lab suites that tries to veil his good outfit—h
She keeps mentioning names I have no idea who could they be in the very first place. Thinking about it over and over gave me minor headaches. The other side of my face remains to rest on my palm until the door creaks open, "Thalia! Goodness gracious, finally you are awake." Emalia rushed to my side after putting some packed meals beside the white table.As my rage dilutes, I suddenly notice the odd way they all look at me. Their stares don't show any sign of fright from my sudden uproar, no not really, it is more like shock than horror. My forehead starts to furrow once more until Emalia, took the courage to tell me, "Thalia, what's wrong with your eyes?"My brow creases, "Why? What's with my eyes?" I asked her but she barely moves her lips.I look at Gab next who is still stammering as he points to my right eye, "Why do you have different eye color?" he asks. What does he mean about my eye color? different color? Is he or are they pranking me?"This isn't a good joke, guys." I blurte
Now that sounds really suspicious. But I know I can’t just argue with her about it. Taking that step might just make her harm me or take back the antidote from me. I have to pretend like everything is okay from my end.In this situation I am in, I have to make it appear before Magindara’s eyes that I totally agree with her suggestion. Somehow, there are points from her statement that really do convince me but a greater picture doesn’t deny me the intuition that she might be trying to take me in as tool for her ulterior motive.I don’t know what it really is but I have to be vigilant and ready about it. Ready in a sense that I at least could handle the situation even if I am not aware what kind of battle that I am about to face here.“I’ll see what I can do.” I just replied.I believe that would be the safest thing to say for now.“Do you have any other question so far?” Magindara asked me. I wonder why she suddenly came up with that question.Did she find or somewhat noticed it from m
“Nothing that involves you or Florante.” I told him that shut him up quickly.This time, I didn’t wait for Leandro to act on my request to withdraw the troops away from Magindara. And so, I yanked my head to their direction and yelled, “All of you! Lower your weapons and withdraw from her at once!”“You can’t do that, Miss Emalia.” Leandro tried to protest.“And why can’t I?” I retort back.“Because I am the one leading them, Miss Emalia.”“Very well.” I said with full pride facing the troops, I then added, “As your master’s bride, I also hold the highest command alongside your master. Deny me of this and you shall be severely punished by your master.”And it was like a fearing statement, all the troops begin to withdraw from Magindara and not even Leandro was able to stop that.Magindara still hasn’t remove her barrier but I saw on her face that she is convinced that I did this so that we’re somewhat even for keeping me alive. I nod at her as I make my exit from the cave.As the gua
It makes me feel regretful though but a tinge part of me has become quite the curious as to how the image from the translucent pearl just keep on showing Florante when I am so focused to see my mother?My inquisitive thoughts have been rattling me once again and this just makes me frustrated as I know I won’t set myself aside without trying to know the reason why. But apparently, it seems that Magindara doesn’t have the answers for me as well and this bugs me.“I feel bad for this but do you still wish to try it again?”Though deep down within me says I would prefer to, I think it would be better off if I won’t pursue trying again. It’s kind of scary trying again and then Florante will just be the end result of it.And so I told her, “No. We’ve done it twice already. If it’s not meant for me then it’s okay, but what I just don’t understand it that, why does it keep on showing Florante no matter how I try to concentrate to see my mother? Do you perhaps know a deeper thought about it?”
After handing over the small flask of my tears to her, Magindara went to her drawers and drop in some kind of a blue liquid into before she heads back in front of the translucent pearl once more.“Come closer. Now, as I drop your tears into the pearl, I want you to envisage the moment you wish to see.” She told me.It will be quite difficult for me to try and picture it out since it was the day I was born. I have zero recollection about it except for the stories that my dad often tells me.I wonder how on earth will I start creating such image in my head. But as Magindara head on to drop the liquid on the pearl, I quickly had to concentrate and think deeply about that moment when I was born. I could use my baby images to help me concentrate and it appears that it is working.The translucent pearl is beginning to glow and I couldn’t hide my excitement that I’ll finally get to see the image of my biological mother after twenty-seven long years.Even though Magindara has stop from singi
The beauty of the silver clam boasted as it spread itself open before us. It revealed a shiny pearl inside.“This is a translucent pearl. It can give you a mirror to reflect anything you wish to see from the present and past.”Could that pearl really be that powerful enough to see anything from the past?“Will I be able to see someone from the past even if I hadn’t got the chance to know them?”“Well, the pearl never misses anything the water could see.”“There is someone I’d like to see. Could it be possible thought…I wonder.”“Do you have anyone in mind you met while you are anywhere near bodies of water?” Magindara asked.I’m not sure if it’s okay to tell her a weak side of me. But I’ve been yearning to see an image of my mother. I wonder for real, if doing this will give me the chance to see her even for a short while.“I’m not sure. The last time I was with her was when I was born. My father says she died giving birth to me.”“I’m sorry about that but it seems like we have no oth
“You came back here for the purpose of knowing the truth. But your appearance in this era has made quite some changes in the present time without your knowing.” Magindara stated. She glides her way towards rock formation that resembles a cellar.Magindara gestured me to follow her and I followed. It’s such a surprise that I actually don’t find it scary following her. For some reason, I am just too confident or was it more like I find it normal.It never came into my mind that I am inside an enemy’s lair and a mythical creature that could easily harm me. was this boost of confidence because of the other half of the orient pearl residing inside of my chest?I held into my chest and tried to scrub it gently, I wanted to feel the pearl inside of me but when I find myself looking weird, I immediately stop.Magindara and I stop when we reach the ground where a lot of jars are kept. From different sizes and colors. The whole place appears like Magindara’s secret laboratory for me. I didn’t k
“Did you even try to talk to him again?” I asked. For some unexplainable reason, I really didn’t understand why on earth did I asked that. Was I really trying to torment myself further? I guess so.Magindara just looks at me with a serene face and answered, “A lot of chances came to me but I never push through.”My brow wasn’t able to control itself from rising up as I followed up to ask, “But why didn’t you?”There, Magindara just smiled shyly, “I came to the point of asking myself, if I ever ask for forgiveness and he forgive me. Then the two of reconcile, what would happen if Aman Sinaya will return and ask for the same question again. I’m scared that my loyalty for Aman Sinaya will only make Florante hate me too much that he would rather kill me to death than see me alive.” She said back.I wanted to strangle her. Deep in my thoughts I wish I could just slap her for once but who am I to do that even if I am Florante’s fiancé.Magindara is bound in her faithfulness towards Aman Sin
“Florante saved me once. When some fisherfolks tried to hunt me down, Florante came to my aid and wash them out using the tidal waves. I owe him my life, so I told myself that I would love him and care for him…”Hearing those lines from Magindara stiffen my nerves. This impulse is making me crazy. I am now being consumed by the jealous frenzy. And the feeling just got more intensified when Magindara added saying, “…and I was happy that Florante noticed me and my affection for him. Perhaps it was because he was longing for someone to value and take care of him that’s why he finally noticed me. For quite some time, I stayed in his dome and had the vision of being wed to him. I know it came to his mind that he would ask me to be his wife but something came up.”The sudden turn of events from statement made me more curious. I just have to find the right words to make it sound from my end as if I was just less interested yet at the back of my head, I am so eager to know.And so, I asked, “
There I realize that maybe that was the bargain they made for their only child. That in exchange for their child to live, they have to offer even their own lives. It’s a very noblest thing for his parents to sacrifice at such extent.I feel all the pain that the young Florante is currently experiencing right now as I see him nestled himself on the ground wailing in tears. I can read through the movement of his mouth how he tries to call for his parents but since they were stoned, apparently the poor boy won’t be able to receive the response he was yearning to hear from them.“In exchange for the boy to live longer, his parents made a deal with the sea God. They will offer their lives to be used as auxiliary life source so that Amanikable could transfer his mentala to the young boy. Florante’s state was so fragile that if it’s not done that way, Florante might not be able to handle to amount of mentala inside his body that he will soon perish to death quicker than they could even imagi