๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ง โ ๐๐ฆ๐บ, ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ! ๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ?!
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด?
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ง โ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ? ๐๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ...
The boy tried to gather himself, to stand up and regain his composure. His eyes wandered around the room, trying to find a clue or a reason for what he had just experienced. But there was nothing, just a sterile, lifeless environment.
He caught his reflection in the mirror again, and his gaze was drawn back to the faceless figure staring back at him. The mirror seemed to hold a secret, something just beyond the threshold of his understanding. He stepped closer to the glass, hoping for some kind of revelation.
๐๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ง โ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ.
๐ผ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฅ๐๐ก๐จ โ ๐๐ฃ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ด. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ.
๐พ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ โ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐๐ณ. ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ถ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ณ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด?
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต... ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ...
He couldn't help but take another glance at the mirror, his eyes fixating on reflection. There was something mesmerizing, yet unnerving about the faceless figure. He focused on staring at his reflection, trying to discern some features, any clues that would reveal the identity of the faceless figure.
Something strange began to happen, At first, it was just a faint outline, but then the lines grew sharper and more defined. Eyes began to form, with ashen pupils that seemed to glow in the dim light. He could almost see a hint of a nose, and a mouth, but they were still too vague to make out.
His heart racing, the boy watched in fascination as the faceless figure in the mirror slowly transformed into something more human-like. Was this some kind of trick of the light? Or was he witnessing something truly extraordinary? He couldn't be sure, but he couldn't look away either. The figure in the mirror seemed to be watching him just as intently, as if waiting for something.
"What in the world could this be?"
As he continued to stare at his reflection, the boy noticed something peculiar happening to the faceless figure in the mirror. A small crack appeared on the featureless place that the lip should be on, and as he watched, it grew larger and deeper. The boy's heart quickened as he realized that the faceless figure was becoming more defined, more human-like.
Slowly, as if being drawn by some invisible force, the lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of white teeth behind them. The boy could feel his breath catching in his throat as he watched the face in the mirror become more and more defined. And then, to his surprise, he saw a flicker of movement at the corner of the mouth.
"It's really me!"
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ง โ ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ, ๐๐ต'๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?
๐๐ฐ... ๐๐ข๐ช๐ต! ๐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ป๐บ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ณ! ๐๐ฉ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ด๐บ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต.
As the seconds ticked by, the once faceless reflection in the mirror began to take shape. The celestial nose, the arched eyebrows, and other human features slowly materialized. It was as if the reflection was coming to life, one detail at a time.
The boy was mesmerized by what he saw. He focused intently on staring at his reflection in the mirror, studying every inch of his newly formed face. It was really him all along, and the figure in the mirror copied his every movement.
For a moment, the boy lost himself in the reflection. He examined every feature of his face, from the slight cleft in his chin to the curve of his ears. As he looked closer, he noticed the cracked lips that looked dehydrated, and he realized he must have been neglecting to drink enough water lately.
Despite his flaws, he found himself feeling neither handsome nor ugly. There was a certain neutrality to his appearance that he found both comforting and unsettling at the same time. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he felt this way, but the reflection in the mirror seemed to hold the answer.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ง โ ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ-๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ด
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ... ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ.
No answer...
๐๐ฆ๐ต'๐ด ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
He reached out to turn on the modern fancy-looking faucet, marvelling at the modern technology. With just a press of a button on the sink, water flowed out effortlessly. He couldn't help but wonder how he knew about this feature, given that his memories had vanished.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and he splashed his face to wash away the grogginess. As he stared at his reflection in the mirror, a thought occurred to him. Was he losing his mind? Was it possible that the faceless figure in the mirror was nothing but a figment of his imagination?
He needed to see a doctor, a psychologist, or even a psychiatrist. Someone who could help him make a sense of what was happening to him. But first, he must attend some classes today, maybe he'll get some clues regarding himself.
As the metallic knocking echoed through the room, the boy's heart paced with anticipation. Who could be knocking on his door? He stood frozen for a moment, listening to the sound reverberates through the small space. Slowly, he made his way to the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he hesitated.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ป๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต?
As he swung open the door with a creak, a gust of chilly air greeted him, sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes darted around the dimly lit hallway, but there was no one to be seen. He stepped out of his room, his hand still gripping the doorknob tightly, as if holding onto a lifeline.
He took a few steps forward, his bare feet making a soft padding sound against the cold, hard floor. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the air conditioning unit. He wondered if he had imagined the knock on the door, or if it was some kind of prank.
He peered down the hallway, trying to catch a glimpse of any movement or shadow, but there was nothing. The door at the end of the hallway was closed, and he could see no signs of life behind it.
As he turned around to head back to his room, something caught his eye. A girl suddenly appears behind the door that was half open.
"Hii~โช" It's a melodic greeting.
As the girl appeared out of nowhere (or should I say she was hiding behind the half opened door) and greeted him with cheerfulness, the boy felt a shiver run down his spine, he got taken aback. He couldn't help but wonder how she managed to sneak up. Her hair, the colour of rich mocca, swung as she stepped closer, and the white uniform she wore was identical to his own.
The boy felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity as he gazed into her roundalike face. Was she a fellow resident of the facility? Or was she a figment of his imagination (again), conjured up by his fractured memories?
The girl's eyes were captivating, and the boy couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Her voice was soft and melodic, and it was almost as if she was speaking to him from another world. The boy couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Did you have a dream? Oh, did you happen to dream about me?"
He couldn't bring himself to answer her question, not wanting to give away the disturbing images that still haunted him from his dream. The girl seemed to sense his hesitation and tilted her head in curiosity.
He looked at her carefully, trying to decipher any hints or clues that could explain her presence. Her hair was braided intricately, with every strand falling into place as if by some magic. Her eyes were dark and unfathomable, like two deep pools that held a world of secrets within them. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with a faint blush of colour that made her seem almost otherworldly. She seemed familiar, yet at the same time, utterly alien. It was as if she had materialized out of thin air, or perhaps had been conjured from the depths of his own subconscious.
"So you really don't remember, huh?" The girl, look displeased by the boy's reaction.
He opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice had deserted him. Instead, he simply stared at the girl, trying to make sense of a situation that he found himself in. The silence stretched between them, becoming more and more oppressive with each passing moment.
Finally, the girl broke the stillness. "It's fine if you don't remember me, okay?" she said softly. Her voice was like a whisper, barely audible above the sound of his own breathing. "But I remember you. I've been waiting for you."
"Huh?"
"Mmmhmm... Seems like you're a little lost meeting your girlfriend, while for me it's been countlessss times alreaaaady~โช But hey, it's your first time so I'll take it easy on you.."
"Do you know me?"
The boy's mind raced, trying to remember if he had ever met this girl before. Her cheerful demeanour seemed almost out of place, given the strange and unsettling nature of his recent experiences. Yet, there was something familiar about her, something that made him feel as though he should know her.
"Oh my gosh, we've been attached at the hip since we were just little tikes!" With a giggle in her voice, the girl spoke.
As the girl's words sank in, the boy's cheeks grew warm, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. He couldn't quite place the meaning of "attached at the hip", but the girl's teasing tone suggested it was something he ought to know. Was it a common expression? Something he had read in a book, perhaps? His heart started beating faster as he realized he couldn't remember anything about this girl, let alone the fact that she was supposedly his girlfriend.
He shook his head, trying to focus on the present moment. The girl was still looking at him expectantly, waiting for a response. He managed a small smile, feeling self-conscious under her gaze. "Sorry, I'm just a bit distracted," he said, hoping to deflect the conversation away from his ignorance. "I don't remember much from before waking up in my room. Hahahahaโ It's ridiculous, ain't it?"
The girl's expression softened, and she reached out to place a hand on his arm. "It's okay," she said. "You'll figure it out, I'm helping, okayy." Her touch was warm and reassuring, and the boy felt a sudden sense of comfort wash over him. For a moment, he forgot about the strange dreams and mysterious memories that haunted him. All that mattered was the girl in front of him, and the feeling of her hand on his skin.
"But first... We have class today, so we have to hurry..."
The girl's fingers interlaced with the boy's, tugging him towards the hallway. The warmth of her touch seemed to transmit the energy that fueled her, leading the boy to follow her down the hallway. The girl's face radiated pure joy, a wide grin stretching from ear to ear as they began to run.
With each step, the boy felt his surroundings become more and more familiar. But how could he recognize a place he'd never been to before? It was as if the girl's presence had triggered some deep-seated nostalgia within him, stirring up memories that he couldn't quite grasp.
Despite his confusion, the boy couldn't help but feel entranced by the girl's infectious energy. She seemed to revel at the moment, basking in the thrill of the chase as they darted down the hallways. As they ran, the boy found himself enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing past him, his feet pounding the floor in a steady rhythm.
It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but there was something oddly comforting about it all. Even though he had no recollection of ever being in this place before, the girl's presence made it all feel like home.
"Come to think of it, I haven't reminded you of my name, right?"
The girl stopped abruptly and turned around to face the boy. She pointed to the window of the hallway, from this very second floor, where the golden sunlight poured in, illuminating the hallway. "Look," she said, "the sun is shining today. It's beautiful, isn't it?" The boy nodded in agreement, admiring the warm glow of the sun, the dawn, as it filled the space around them.
Without warning, the girl grabbed the boy's hand again and led him towards the window. She pressed her hand against the glass, as if trying to touch the rays of sunlight. "We used to love watching the sunset," she said wistfully. "But It's dawn right now though, haha..." She continued.
The boy was confused, he couldn't remember ever sharing such a moment with the girl. Yet, there was something about the way she spoke, the way she reminisced, that made him feel a sense of longing. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was as if a part of him was missing.
The girl noticed his confusion and gave him a reassuring smile, as if she knows him too well. "Don't worry," she said, "we'll make new memories together to make up the lost one." And with that, she took his hand again and led him away.
As they run down the stair, the girl smiled and said, "My name is Alice... Alicia Arciaโ"