I'm a hundred and eighty-five now. Erik is still my best friend. Maybe more. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder who I am. Kiva, or Vikka. The way I feel for Erik, is it really me? If it is me, then who am I? Who is friends with Erik? Me or Vikka? Have I really been transmigrated into a previous lifetime? Or am I really reliving my previous life?
Was I really the Vikka that was talked about in the story? If I was, then why am I living this life again? Is it because I didn't remember anything from this lifetime? Is this like a process of remembering the past? Is all this just a long dream? A dream about the past? One that I will soon wake up from?
Since it is a story I've heard of, I keep getting scared. I don't know the exact time that the events happened in the story, so I keep wondering, will it be today, or tomorrow? The more I care about Erik, the more I fear for his life, for our ending.
