“Who are you?” I asked her once again and she sat beside me.
“Oh, poor Iris. That’s how you treat me right now? It seems the Iris that wished upon the stars is different from how I knew her before,” she said and she looked at the picture that I am holding.
“Do you miss them?” she asked me and looked at my eyes like she was searching for the answers.
“What are you saying?” I said to defend myself.
I don’t want to talk to strangers and now it creeps me out so much that I am here at the cemetery all by myself in this night sky.
“What do you want from me?” I asked her when I stood up.
She was still sitting on the ground and looked at me slowly.
“Seriously? That’s not the right answer Iris,” she said and then smirked.
“The right question is, what do I need to do to regain my memories b
