Chapter 003
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Chapter 003
Millie's POV
It was supposed to be a quiet first night in Luca's penthouse. Rather, it marked the start of my nightmares.
I was sweating and gasping when I woke up. My heart pounded fiercely in my chest. The dream images were vivid, too vivid but the room was dark.
In the dream, I was standing in a white dress in a forest. Blood was all over the hem. Wolves howled all around me, their screams resonating through the trees. Out of the darkness came a man with golden eyes. Someone whispered his name: "Amy."
Amy? Who is Amy?
In an attempt to get rid of the residual fear, I sat up. I reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, my hands shaking. I brought it to my lips and saw something strange: dirt beneath my fingernails. I hadn't been outside. How did that end up there?
The dream seemed so real. Too authentic.
I looked at Luca, who was soundly asleep next to me. His presence was both reassuring and perplexing. Despite being married, we were strangers.
Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the restroom. I got a chill from the chilly tile. I switched on the light and looked at my image. I had pale skin and dark circles under my eyes.
I scrubbed the dirt off my hands as I washed them. However, the uneasiness persisted.
I returned to the bedroom and stood by the window, gazing out at the lights of the city. I kept thinking about the dream—the man with the golden eyes, the wolves, the blood.
What does it signify?
"It's just stress," a voice in my head murmured. "A new life, a new place."
However, another part of me felt uncertain.
Something was behind me. I turned to see Luca observing me with worried eyes.
He whispered, "Couldn't sleep?"
I gave a headshake. "An awful dream."
"Want to talk about it?"
I paused. "It was only a dream."
His hand reached out to touch my arm as he took a step closer. I winced, and he recoiled, pain showing on his face.
"Sorry," I muttered. "I simply am not accustomed to this."
He understood and nodded. "Neither am I."
There was a noticeable gap between us as we stood in silence.
"Let's go back to bed," he proposed.
Even though it felt impossible to sleep, I agreed.
I lay next to him and gazed at the ceiling while the man's whisper replayed in my head.
Amy.
Who is she?
And why does it feel like I'm turning into her?
In the darkness, I found that there were more questions than answers.
I closed my eyes in the hopes of sleeping soundly.
But deep down, I knew the nightmares were just beginning.
What if they're more than just fantasies?
Could they be memories?
These could be recollections of someone else's existence.
Alternatively, they could be memories of my own life.
I turned to observe Luca's steady breathing.
Can I rely on him?
Or is he involved in this mystery?
The bustling metropolis outside was unaware of my inner turmoil.
I required clarification.
Where do I begin, though?
What if I find something that I don't like?
I eventually fell asleep, but tranquility eluded me.
I was followed into the abyss by the howls of the wolves.
The man with the golden eyes waited.
waited for me to recall.
to recall my true self.
Amy.
The name tasted familiar but alien.
Who am I?
What have I done, too?
There were no answers in the night.
There were only whispers and shadows.
And I didn't have that name.
Was it, though?
Amy.
The mystery grew more complex.
And it was drowning me.
with no sign of a lifeline.
Just Luca.
An outsider.
A husband.
He could be perceived as a potential adversary.
He could be my only ally.
I fell into a restless sleep.
I was aware that there would be more questions tomorrow.
Ideally, I expected to receive some answers.
But at what price?
I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.
But I was powerless.
The past was catching up.
And I was unable to outrun it.
No longer.
Amy.
Who are you?
And why do you keep coming back to me?
There was no response from the darkness.
Just quiet.
and the prospect of additional nightmares.
I prepared myself.
I prepared myself for whatever lay ahead.
I was aware that everything would shift.
And there was no going back.
Not right now.
Never.
Amy.
I kept hearing the name.
There was a puzzle that needed to be solved.
And there was not much time left.
I needed to locate the pieces.
before it was too late.
Before I completely lost myself.
in the dark.
And the murmurs.
I am unable to recall the past.
but was unable to get away.
Amy.
The secret to everything was revealed to me.
This marked the beginning of the end for me.
of who I believed myself to be.
And who was I supposed to be?
Wolves howled.
The man with the golden eyes waited.
For myself.
Amy.
Or was it Millie?
I was no longer certain.
And I was afraid of that.
This fear extended beyond the nightmares.
The fear extended beyond the blood.
Above all.
I was becoming less of myself.
Furthermore, I had no idea how to stop it.
or even if I desired to.
Amy.
It was a cursed name.
as well as a calling.
I felt compelled to answer the call.
even if it led to my destruction.
as well as everyone I cared about.
If anyone remained to be loved.
or have faith.
in this network of secrets and lies.
Amy.
The start.
The end is in sight.
This is the culmination of everything.
I shut my eyes.
Allow the darkness to carry me.
This was my last encounter with the truth.
before I was overcome by the truth.
Amy.
I'll be there.
Are you ready?
I'm coming.
The night enveloped me.
The howls of the wolves subsided.
The man with the golden eyes, however, stayed.
Awaiting.
For myself.
Amy.
I was evolving into a different person.
The change was under way.
The transformation was irreversible.
This change cannot be halted at this time.
Never.
Amy.
My fate was named.
My demise was inevitable.
I had to face my fate head-on.
By themselves.
Or not.
Time would reveal the truth.
However, time was rapidly ebbing away.
And history was catching up.
Quick.
Amy.
It was the final piece of the puzzle.
And I was on the verge of discovering it.
Regardless of my desire to do so, it was almost over.
It was almost over.
The beginning was the same.
It felt like the start of a brand-new nightmare.
or a different reality.
Amy.
I made the decision.
Was I strong enough to make it, though?
I wasn't certain.
I had to try, though.
This was for my own benefit.
Luca's as well.
The truth also matters.
Regardless of the situation, Amy is the answer to every issue.
Amy.
Amy is the solution to all problems.
Let's start with the fundamental query.
Who am I?
Who is Amy, anyway?
The key was in the darkness.
I was ready to crack it open.
or perish trying.
Amy.
I'm coming.
Are you prepared?
The wolves let out a final howl.
The man with the golden eyes grinned.
Awaiting.
For myself.
Amy.
The conclusion.
The end was also the beginning.
This was the beginning of everything.
I opened my eyes.
and turned to face the sunrise.
I am fully prepared to uncover the truth.
regardless of the price.
Amy.
I kept hearing the name.
And I was aware.
This was only the beginning.
This was the start of an inescapable journey.
Or flee.
Amy.
Awaiting the mystery.
And I was prepared to figure it out.
Or let it consume you.
In any case, I was ready.
The moment had arrived.
Amy.
I'm prepared.
Let's get started.
The wolves' howls faded away.
The man with the golden eyes vanished.
However, the questions persisted.
And I was committed to locating the man with the golden eyes.
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