(Myra’s POV)
I don’t know how much time has passed, but it feels like an eternity. I peered open my eyes the next second, and this time, the scene completely flipped. It was no longer pitch black. It was dark, but visibility wasn’t bad.
"Arrrggghhhh~ ... ughhhh~ ..." as I tried to look around the place, gauge the situation, my head, it buzzed again. It was as if someone was pounding something over it. It is killing me right now. I took a moment, composed myself with breathing exercises~ .... Inhale ...... exhale ... inhale ... exhale. Though the ache didn’t vanish, it surely minimized to some extent.
I tried to focus once again, but my eyes darted all over the place. Realization dawned on me as my brows furrowed at the familiar landscape. ’Why am I here~ ... ag~ain, huhh?’ I recalled I had seen this very place in one of my many dreams/nightmares. It was the same place where Lia, a.k.a. Amy, confessed her heartfelt feelings to Denver, a.k.a. my biological father.
So, the earlier screaming and howling, it was just inside the dream. I sighed, feeling less anxious. But why am I seeing this all of a sudden?
My question was answered after just a few seconds, when I saw a dark figure walking from the opposite side. My eyes squinted automatically to get a clear picture. But I didn’t recognize the person, not at all.
It was a woman~ ... she looked young~ .... might be around my age, but she was dressed up rather differently. She was wearing a red polka dotted Rah-rah mini skirt and a white top with long collars.
She stood at the very spot the couple had been sitting last time. She kept looking at her flashy watch, seeming to be waiting for someone. Her high ponytail jounced left and right as her head wobbled around.
After a while, we both heard footsteps. They were laid back yet clearly imposing. Her head tilted to the side. When she saw the person, a smile~ .... a crinkling smile appeared on her glossy, cherry painted lips. I followed her gaze as she walked towards the person with an extra spring in her steps.
She pounced on him, throwing herself in his arms, her skirt as well as her hair swaying. The person~ .... she had been hugging, caught her firmly, tightening his hand around her waist. I couldn’t see his face due to the black hoodie he was wearing, but my eyes skittered to his forearm. There was a tattoo. It seemed like a weird symbol, which I haven’t seen before.
Anyways, the next second, I heard the woman’s voice, as she cooed, her voice like melted sugar, "Halo~ .... you came."
The one named ’Halo’ just hummed, as he buried his face in the crook of the woman’s neck, taking in her scent. After a moment, they pulled away. Staring into each other’s eyes, she said, coquettishly, "What took you so long~ ...?"
He didn’t answer; instead, she added, "Is it because of her?" A scowl flashed across the woman’s face. "That bi~ ..."
"Ssshhh~ ... relax, Vi," he finally uttered. This voice, I was sure I had heard it somewhere, but I couldn’t remember who it belonged to.



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