“Zara?”
A soft voice called my name and I looked up to see Alethea looking at me with hope…
Was it?
But what was the hope for?
“Do you...do you remember anything?”
I couldn’t find any words to answer her question. My mind was still numb, my form yet frozen with the photo frame in a tight grip of my hand.
“Zara, try remembering them. Try remembering your past self. Your true identity.”
Her voice did enter my ears but was ignored by my senses. How was I supposed to process what all she said?
My past self?
Remember them?
My whole form was still as my eyes kept looking at the picture in my hand. She had the same eyes as mine, same hair, same facial expressions but how could it be me?
Was this some kind of prank?
.
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"Oh my God, my baby. How are you? Well don't answer that I can
