How many times will this memory resurface?

How come I have memories of this place at all?

The bike tires came to a skidding halt as the redheaded female student stopped by a now shut down cafe. A place she frequently passed on her way to school but everytime she did, she'd get an immense feeling of deja vu, almost mind numbingly painful.

She had never been to this cafe at all, nor remembered it being here in the past, if she could even remember that coherently. The answer was always on the tip of her tongue before it was whisked away by another thought but this time she wanted to clear up the answers for good.

The entrance was taped off by yellow caution tape, easy to remove but difficulty came when she touched the glass door and a flood of flashing memories all resurfacing and being erased simultaneously. It was enough to make her step back and nearly throw up, though she did gap a little from the invasion of her mind. The headache was clouding all rational judgment and she continued into the cafe.

Next thing the student knew, she was overwhelmed by feelings of sadness. This emotional rollercoaster the cafe brought freaked her out but she couldn't help but to slowly take in what used to be. Something used to be here. She used to be apart of that something but what exactly was it?

"What is this place…"

"Ahem!"

The girl swiftly turned around in a cold sweat to see the lady she only knew as 'the woman behind the counter' at her dormitory, leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed. This was the second time they've formally talked outside of letters.

"Mary was it?"

Mary was too flabbergasted to respond.

"You're trespassing… I suggest you move… and I'll pretend you weren't here."

Mary bowed with an apology and exited the empty cafe. However before she rode her bike off, she had one question. "What used to be here?"

The lady looked up at the building, her purple eyes filled with a despairing emotion. "I don't know."

The answer will never be found.