It is unusual that I went up to my attic to go through my past. What I was dreaming about tonight? It's not a normal thing I do. I think I was probably sleepwalking. It is so dark up here anyway. Something hit my foot causing me to fall. I've never seen this thing here before. An old big sized blue box which gives me a hint what it could be. I picked it up and opened it while lying on the floor. I can't see properly. Well, what a fool am I! Ok, I stood up and turned the light on. So many old photos and parchment papers. I picked a random photo from it. It looks very old by the way. A boy? With me? Whoever he is, he is very handsome and cute! I can't see the photo clearly but I can say he has the best human face. A square smile or I don't know what to call it. His blue eyes are dragging me into the deep past. Where I've seen him and why I'm with him there? His curly hairs and like a maze. "Wow! I look.....pretty." Wait, I just said this? This is probably going to be my first complement about myself. I'm stunned. I wasn't like this before at all, but it's not a big deal either. I'll work with it and of course gonna take this mysterious photo downstairs with me. I came down and went straight to my bed with the photo after putting it under my pillow. Now I'll sleep but wait, what if I sleepwalk again? Will I find something else? No, let's just sleep.

"Good Morning! Wake up, sweetie." Wasn't mom supposed to wake me up today? Oh, yeah. I hardly opened my eyes and understood it was mom by her floral body smell. It's charming. I am still half asleep, just nodding that I'm awake. I started rubbing my eyes, otherwise I wouldn't wake up properly. I sat up. The light, shining through the window, gave me a hope to solve the mystery of this night. I think I forgot that why the photo is like that because I normally forget those things which hurt me to the core, then why I want to solve the mystery? Ugh! What is happening to my mind? I'm on my t-shirt and pajamas right now, so I hopped from the bed and went straight to take a shower. A shower takes usually 10 to 15 minutes, but today I wasted extra 10 minutes thinking about that photo. Honestly, I am so into that person beside me in the photo. Why he had to be so handsome and cute? After putting on a short sleeved blouse and shorts, I dried my hair with towel and let my hair be like that for a while. "Echo! Look!" My younger brother, Lye, entered my room with a book in his tiny hands. "What happened, kiddo?" I kneeled down and smiled at him, he started to show me his book. "Look! This page says that you hut someone it huts back." His voice is adorable, even his mistake is cute. I couldn't hold my laugh. He was puzzled after seeing my funny laughing face. "Ok, look, it is HURT. Not HUT. You have to say the R, too." After hearing this he somehow frowned at me and ran away from my room. I finished my face routine and combed my hair straight then took the photo which was under my pillow and went out of my room. "You are not gonna have breakfast?" Mr. Cohen, my father is so strict about these things. "Umm, yes. Where is it?" I went to the kitchen to get my breakfast. Today is a bit different I guess. Two Croissants and Coffee? I feel more mystic. I tried to act cool while eating so that I can finish fast without getting questioned. Done! "I'm going out, See ya!" "Wait! Did you put sun lotion?" My mom is way too much caring about my skin. I feel like she is being racist. "I DID. Ok? BYE" I shoved the photo in my back pocket and took my bicycle and got onto it to go to Lilac's house. Lilac is like my best friend or I can say that she is my soulmate. No one has been there for me the way she was all the time. He heart is broad like today's cloudless, lovely and windy sky. I know she will find a way to figure out who is the person in this photo. I was about to turn left, thanks to God that I rang the bells or else the person I see in front of me would've faced an accident today. Why am I looking at the person's feet? Slowly looking up to his face - He looks familiar. He is confused because I'm staring at him without saying a single word. I said whatever came to my mind, "You?" I couldn't stop myself asking him this. Now he is the one staring at me without saying a single word. Wait, he is that person? Oh my God! He looks like the carbon copy of that person in the photo. Should I ask him about that? Umm, it will be so uncertain and embarrassing. I think I should just go home and stop thinking about this or I'll end up hurting myself if it turns out to be very unfortunate. This scent.... I think I know this bright smell. No, no, no! Please! I don't want my past to reflect again. "Echo?" He called my name and that's when my body became frozen. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks, my body looked calm compared to how tangled my mind was. I just want to run away from here. "Why you're here?" I'm just listening what he is saying but can't look into his eyes and tell me that I want to go back and forget what happened. He grabbed my hands and then I started to feel myself again. I put my tears inside with vast pain and told him softly, "Can you just pass beside me and pretend nothing happened?" "Why? Are you okay?" He grabbed my hands tightly. I detached my hands from his and dried my eyes. "Can you just do it? Please?" I think I'm going to burst into tears. "Why? You're escaping from me? Again? Can you not do this to me?" He started to complain, but my mind is still tangled. I can't understand what he is saying. "Don't you regret? Can you not hurt me?" I don't know why he is saying these things to me and it sounds obvious that I've hurt him deeply. "Sorry!" I quickly got onto my bicycle and started cycling. Ok. I've left me behind now and I can't stop crying. Is this how it feels when someone's inferior past reflects back once again? Will this stay the same? Forever? I reached home and parked my cycle beside the main door. Good that the main door is open and no one is close to my room. I ran to my room and locked the door. Yes, I always end up hurting myself. The complement I made about myself that night maybe was fake or just my imagination that I complemented myself. I shouldn't have went out today. Why me always? I think today is going to be ruined because of my crying. My room has lights but it feels so dark inside.