36. Try again
I had awoken to the sounds of rain hitting the glass of the window. The draft from the stone walls hit my nostrils while I could smell the musk of the morning rain. What happened last night? That girl... Why did I react the way I did towards her? Her voice sounded angelic and innocent while she asked me that question. Her golden eyes held such naivety and a small sense of mischief and, surprisingly, power.
Her eyes brought such a suffocating feeling to me. I remembered the searing pain in my head as well; like something was trying to come flying out from my memories but was met with the bars of a cage. After I ran away from her, I tried to ask the townsfolk about who she was but everyone seemed so tightlipped about her. In the end, I never knew who she was.
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