It's the same with the scrunchies.
I don't know what's up with me and my memories, but it seems to be too unreal for some reason - those bewildering glimpses of a distant past that were engraved at the back of my mind and would only resurface when I was thinking about it, that is. Bothered, I try to dig into it more, but then, I suddenly find myself running out of ideas to think of. It's as if they scramble away right when I recall they shouldn't be there in the first place.
"Lily?" Lewis called all of the sudden, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Uh, yeah?"
"I said it's clever. You don't seem happy about it, though."
I blink my eyes in bafflement until his words eventually sink in. Flustered, I just scratch my head and look everywhere but him. He narrows his eyes in suspicion, probably thinking I'm acting weird. Yet, if he does point that out, I'll make sure to bring up his misleading gesture earlier and slap it on his face.
