A name that was not even mine.
The way he kissed my forehead, it was as if he kissed the forehead of someone he loved and the name he called me.
This made me dive into the sea of suspense. Where can I find the answers?
This is not even a problem I told myself.
Do I resemble someone else he knows? Or did the same thing that happened to me happened to someone he used to know?
But the kiss on the forehead?
Come to think of everything, the personality that appeared a while ago and considering what the spirit said. There is something going on here for sure.
I slightly opened my eyes to see whether he is still there.
To be exact I was not even sure whether it was him or not but the touch was the same as before.
No one was there staring at me, I was all alone as usual. I managed to sit down on the bed.
