CHAPTER 5 : SHE REMEMBERED THE WRONG THING
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Nobody spoke after that.
The room just… froze.
“It felt like losing someone twice.”
Even after the words left my mouth, I could still feel them sitting heavily in the air.
Adrian was staring at me like he had forgotten how to breathe.
Not cold anymore. Not unreadable.
Just shaken.
And somehow that scared me more than anything else tonight.
The older man broke the silence first.
“Well,” he said quietly, “that confirms it.”
Adrian’s expression darkened instantly.
“Don’t.”
But the man ignored him.
“She remembers emotional impact before identity recognition.” He sounded almost impressed. “Interesting.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Nobody answered me immediately.
I hated when they did that.
Like every conversation around me contained information I wasn’t allowed to touch.
My patience snapped.
“Can someone stop talking like I’m not standing right here?”
The room fell silent again.
Then Adrian stepped closer.
His voice was softer this time.
“Lena—”
“Don’t.” I moved back before he could touch me. “Not until someone tells me what’s happening to me.”
Pain flickered across his face again.
Real pain.
Not fake.
And that made everything worse.
Because some part of me still wanted to trust him.
The older man closed the folder in his hands.
“You want the truth?” he asked calmly.
“Yes.”
Adrian immediately shook his head.
“No.”
I looked between them.
“Why does everyone keep deciding things for me?”
The older man smiled faintly.
“Because your emotions affect the system more than you realize.”
That sentence made no sense.
“What system?”
He looked directly at me.
“The one built around you.”
Silence.
I blinked.
“…what?”
Adrian’s jaw tightened hard.
“You’re talking too much.”
“No,” the man replied calmly. “You’re simply too attached to think clearly anymore.”
Attached.
There it was again.
That word.
Like feelings were some kind of crime.
I looked at Adrian carefully.
And suddenly something hit me.
Not a memory.
A feeling.
The way he looked at me right now…
It wasn’t guilt.
It wasn’t control.
It looked more like fear.
Fear of losing something.
Or someone.
The thought made my chest tighten unexpectedly.
Then another sharp pain hit my head.
I gasped quietly and grabbed the side of the table.
Everything blurred for a second.
Another flash.
Rain again.
A loud crash.
Glass shattering.
And Adrian screaming—
Not my name.
A different one.
“Alina!”
The vision disappeared instantly.
I froze.
The room disappeared around me for a second.
My heartbeat turned uneven.
Adrian noticed immediately.
“What did you see?”
I looked up slowly.
Confused.
Scared.
“You called me something else.”
Nobody moved.
The older man’s expression changed instantly.
Adrian went completely still.
“What did you say?” he asked quietly.
“You called me Alina.”
The silence after that felt dangerous.
The older man whispered something under his breath.
“Impossible.”
I looked at Adrian again.
“Who’s Alina?”
He didn’t answer.
That terrified me.
Because Adrian always answered something.
Even lies.
But now?
Nothing.
I stepped closer slowly.
“Tell me.”
His eyes met mine.
And for the first time since all of this started…
I saw him completely lose control of his emotions.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just one tiny c***k in the way he looked at me.
Like hearing that name hurt him more than anything else tonight.
The older man spoke carefully now.
“She wasn’t supposed to remember that identity.”
Identity.
Not name.
Identity.
My stomach twisted.
“What does that mean?”
Still nobody answered fast enough.
I was getting tired of silence.
Tired of half-truths.
Tired of feeling like everyone knew my life except me.
“WHO IS ALINA?”
My voice echoed through the apartment.
Adrian closed his eyes briefly.
Just for a second.
Then he finally spoke.
Quietly.
“Alina was the girl before you.”
Everything inside me stopped.
I stared at him.
“…before me?”
His silence confirmed it.
The older man looked almost uncomfortable now.
Which somehow made this even scarier.
I shook my head slowly.
“No… no, you’re lying.”
Adrian looked at me with something painfully close to regret.
“I wish I was.”
My breathing became uneven.
“What does that even mean? Before me how?”
Nobody answered.
Then the older man said something that made my blood run cold.
“It means your memories belong to someone who died.”
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