Saffron
When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing inside the house I had made for Rose and me. Why was I here?
I turned to my right and saw Rose standing beside me. Much to my surprise, her bright orange hair had turned an ashen gray. She looked at me with the same stare she had before. No, had she lost her memories again? She just got them back.
"Rose, are you okay?" I asked.
She rubbed her head and stared at me. "Who is Rose?"
I crossed my arms. Was this actually Rose? Or was this perhaps a dream created by Demosnia himself?
"You forgot who I am, again?" I asked.
She stared at me and scoffed. "You don't look familiar to me." She walked past me. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a job to do."
"A job?" I asked, turning to look at her. "What kind of job?"
She shook her head. "Would knowing make a difference? Not like me telling you would help in any way."
