Epitome of a Hero

Touch of Familiarity Pt. 2

The dinner was nice.

But the old man kept glancing at me every minute as if he wanted to ask me something. I didn’t try opening up the conversation since I also doesn’t have any answers to my own. What happened to me was a marvel but what happened to this girl is a mystery.

Every bit of her memory about the entire place was known to me especially when I am relaxed--- but her existence, her personality, her feelings was not something I can dwell upon. She was like an unknown entity who lived and now I have replaced her existence in this world, which was quite unfair.

“Where are you?”

I whispered as I stared at the stars shining in the dark sky. -She can still be inside this body of hers but why am I also here?

As more questions come into my mind, headache started to set in. The air was already cold as I opened the door towards the house and I found the old man sitting by the sofa with his head resting on the backrest, sleeping since he was tired of work by the clinic. How did I know?

It is registered in this girl’s mind.

I tiptoed my way upwards the bedroom and grabbed an unused blanket from the cabinet and headed back to where father was or this girl’s father was and draped the blanket on his shoulder. And just like I have already lived this life, I turned off the television even though it was my first time encountering one.

I started roaming the house silently, looking at the frames that hung by the wall, letting my fingers slide by the smooth concrete that made up the entire house as I explore the hallway. This mind knows every bit and round of the house and because it does, I knew too. It’s just like I am experiencing the life she had while I have her memories of the place but not of her. She was still a complete mystery.

Everything was overwhelming at one point.

But—that’s the most querying part. After I was brought to this house, I felt so relaxed that I almost feel like I’ve lived this life for a very long time. But this is not what it’s supposed to be, I need to figure things out.

I headed back to the bedroom and get some towel so I could take a night shower before going back to sleep.

The bathroom was clean and it was different from where we bathed before. The floor and walls were marbled. It was pleasant—and there was also the shower where the water flows out like continuous pouring of rain.

The body I am inhabiting now is thinner than mine and as I feel the water cascade over this fragile skin, I remembered how battle scars once embedded my muscular body. Princesses lived with silks and flowers on their bodies and I lived mine with plate armors and wounds from battle. I smiled with the slight pain blossoming from my chest. Once I am done, I dried my body with the towel In front of the mirror and put on the sleeping wear. I kept glancing at the mirror, and most of the time, the seconds felt surreal. I wonder who you are Triz… and what could have happened to you?

“Well… If I am going to live this life for only beavens know- for how long, I could start with the most important thing to do first--- and that’s knowing you.”

I muttered as I faced the reflection on the bathroom mirror with the spark of determination pouring out of its eyes.