"How dare he did that to me. I will never forgive him" "He took my most precious thing from me" she whispered while turning the pages of her diary. Her diary was full of stories, experiences, loved ones, and everything she couldn't remember. Her hatred was increasing for him with every page that was turned, it revealed a new memory that was strange to her, she couldn't identify anything. Nothing at all. She just wanted to destroy Thomas's life. To make him feel the same as she was feeling. "Miss Whitlock, I was just saying that please eat this lunch. You haven't eaten anything since last night" "Shut up and go away, take this lunch of yours with yourself. I don't need anything; I don't need anyone. Just go" she shouted. The maid stood there for a while with her lunch in her hands "LEAVE" she shouted ferociously.
Everything felt empty in those days. The world seemed more complex more atrocious. Now that she had no memory of her grannie her life was meaningless. Even magic has its side effects too. This was a severe one though. Losing memories was one thing, but being aware of the thing that we had lost, something way more precious than our own lives is the other. The whole background on which we were surviving. A fire was burning in her which wrapped her from head to toe. Along with her memories, it seemed she had also lost her personality to some extent. That soft-spoken, kind, generous Ophelia was lost somewhere. Only the evil was there, which could do anything to take revenge.
Her behavior with the made also worsened. It really hurt Sara that so many things had changed in the last few months but not in a good way. After recovering from the shock, she was in, she finally decided to gain back everything that she had lost.
Hope is always there no matter how complicated or hopeless the situation becomes.
She studied many books and for days looked for the things that might help her cause. Many visits were made to the Pensive Library which too, she had no memory of. At first, the books didn't quite seem to be telling the things she wanted. But after every day of her research, she was getting near her destination. Every step was leading her to the thing she loved the most. Thomas ignored her as usual; he didn't pay attention to her doings. It seemed to him that she had moved on, that she had forgotten everything that had happened in the past and now she was just reading books and enjoying life.
He didn't have the slightest clue of what was happening. Life seemed to be on track to him. He absorbed himself into the work. Meanwhile, Ophelia was full-on neglecting her health, and her strength. She overestimated herself and committed to her cause so brutally that her health was falling with every passing day. Whenever she couldn't find anything meaningful in the books she didn't eat until she finds something of better consequence. Sara tried her best to help her in one way or another. She didn't leave her for she knew that she was the only one left for Ophelia.
Thomas arrived home after work one night when the maid served him food and tea. He casually asked about the whereabouts of Ophelia. The maid had long ago stopped telling him her whereabouts due to his cold behavior. But as he was asking this himself, she told him that Miss Whitlock is obsessively reading books day and night. She, herself didn't know why was she insanely reading so she couldn't tell Thomas why she did that. She told to him everything. He didn't take notice of that.
Ophelia screamed with joy. She found the purpose of her living, her memories. After constant work for days and nights, she had finally come to a solution for her problem. She invented Memory Nutriment. She ate a piece of cake of Memory Nutriment and went into the memory of her past. But this was a memory she couldn't remember. The cause of that scream was mainly that she saw Catherine there, again feeling her warmth and love. She was so small in her memory not big enough to remember anything. Only the presence of Catherine had made her scream with joy. Happy tears burst from her eyes.
Thomas was satisfied now that she had given up her protest and that the old man's magic worked but he couldn't find peace. Everything was happening exactly as he had planned but he wasn't happy. After all that had happened in the past who could be happy? In the corners of his heart, he was also guilty of taking the most precious asset of her daughter's life. No memories equal no work and no tension in the town. No more propaganda against the Whitlocks, no more rivalries. He was becoming an insomniac day after day taking her daughter's memories had cost him to be in his memories even more. He was drenched in his past which reminded him that he was wrong. Even when he was asleep nightmares didn't stay away from him. No peace had left for him. Almost every night he woke up panting and breathing heavily due to some misery that was happening in his nightmare. His forehead was covered with sweat. His neck was drenched in sweat too despite the weather which was cold. He was again and again reminded of Ophelia's childhood, her everything. When she spoke her first word that was (Faathe). That day he felt that nothing would suit him better than this word, that no address could compete with this. The day when she took her first step, the day when she was born. Those memories were killing him from inside, he didn't know how distanced he had gotten from Ophelia over the past few years. Everything happened little by little sometimes intentionally and sometimes not.
But no one could understand the reason why he did that. It is only the person suffering from something, knows how hard things can be at times and how difficult it is to manage to settle everything. No one can understand as truly as being in that person's skin for some time.