How does it feel like when she's alone? It's tiresome. Overthinking of any things that might make her mind go insane. She's not the only one in the world thinking of what her purpose in life was. Friya tucked in her hands on the railings. Tilting her head to one side, she wanted to be free.
Until someone soaked her blouse. She stopped from mesmerizing the brightness of the clouds. Friya felt the warmth of the coffee in the midday as someone apologized repeatedly. The stain of the coffee poured down continuously on her shirt. She gasped, looked down at her blouse, and a tall woman spilled the contents on the floor.
She grabbed those tissues inside the paper bag. She immediately tried to wipe down the stain on her blouse, but Friya halted her from her tracks. The woman looked up, avoiding the puddle of coffee on the floor, and Friya widened her eyes. Feline's astonished too. She froze, her hand in midair.
Feline gripped the tissue paper at her palms. She pursed her lips as she bowed down her head. Friya hung up her arms a little, then it slapped on her sides. She looked at the messy circle that brought by the coffee as Feline spoke up, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm really sorry, Ms. Lee."
Feline squeaking voice made Friya pursed her lips on the side. She was controlling the rage deep inside her heart. The ache that she felt right now would not leave on its own. Why of all people Feline had owed herself an apology to her?
It was like saying sorry to her because she got Sean now.
Friya resisted her eyes to roll over, and she accepted her apology. Feline looked at her shirt, stuttering, "I'm sorry for your blouse. I'll go fetch the one in my locker. I'm really sorry, Ms. Lee."
Feline sounded casual in her tone. Friya gritted her teeth for a second and mumbled, "It's okay. I have a spare clothes in my office. You don't need to lend me your own."
Friya cleared her throat and looked at the employees. She beamed at them, signaling that they should mind their business. Feline also looked around, with her biting lip mannerism. Friya stood upright, averting her eyes at the puddle of coffee, and ignored it.
"I'll better go," Friya said simply. She doesn't want to continue their conversation further. She spun around as Feline would say something, but she failed to do so. Friya fumed in her nostrils as she walked away. That glower in her eyes could only taint her anger towards Feline.
Feline licked her lips in disappointment. She hissed, as she couldn't accept the odds of seeing Friya in this wide premise. Feline wanted to throw a tantrum, but everyone could see her.
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Sean went inside his bedroom. His father beside him, showing off a clean, wide room that was only occupied by him. Sean stepped inside, scrutinize everything. He sighed, hearing his father's voice saying, "It's your room."
Sean looked around. He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the mattress. It's similar to an unoccupied bed, left hanging for years, no creases visible. Everything seemed to be in their place since he left? Sean walked inside, approached the bed, and touched it with his fingertips. The confused father of his face emerged, raising its eyebrows.
Sean turned his palm once again and saw the dust in his fingertips. He observed everything, and it's covered with fine dust. Sean looked at his father, asking, "Do I occupy this a few weeks ago? It seems like everything right in here covered in thick dust."
His father cracked his mouth open and didn't know how to rebut it. Sean must have realized it the first time he went inside. The surrounding things didn't seem to change, or was it only his mind? Sean saw the notes around. It must have been old. Back in the days when he was still in college.
Sean creased his forehead as he waited for his father's response. He walked towards the bed, observing the whole surroundings. It felt odd seeing it for the first time because of his recent memories. Sean heard his father spoke up, "It's still the same like you left it."
Sean sighed, scratching his head. He shook his head, as he couldn't remember a thing. Sean sprawled his legs in the bed as he leaned his back on the headboard. He closed his eyes, looking at the ceiling, completely lying his back on the pillows.
His father grabbed the doorknob, saying, "You were going to sleep?"
Sean nodded, grunting. His father left him as he closed the door. Sean pretended to sleep while turning to the side. He opened his eyes, trying to recall everything that he could. Sean looked out at the window frame by the side, trying to ask himself where it all gone wrong.
He lies back down, smelling the scent of the sheets. It's masculine, the same as his clothes. He placed his hand over his forehead. Sean remembered every single thing he needs to do to gain back his memories. Of course, there's Feline. She's trying to help him in every way that she could.
Sean opened his eyes, speaking up, "Why do I feel like Feline wasn't my girlfriend before I got into an accident?"
He sighed, trying to pump his brain to produce that memory he once treasured. Sean stood up from his bed and looked at the desk. He might find something that could jog up his mind. He swung his feet down, approached the desk. Sean glanced around, but only found those things that weren't that significant.
Sean gritted his teeth, observed the floor, trying so hard to find objects. Sean saw something underneath the bed, protruding out of the legs. He crouched down, retrieved the bracelet, and hold it out in the light. Sean furrowed his eyebrows, saying, "What is this?"