After eating and talking with Nabi, we decide to head to bed. My maids lead her to a different room and I watch her walk away. She smiles and motions me to go inside my room, and that she is fine. She smiles at me, and I smile back with shyness because my heart pumped faster as her smile made it run.

I close the door of my room and walk around. There must be hints somewhere. Now that Nabi is entered back into my life, I need to find the clues to bring me into conclusion on why I became like this.

I sit down and renter my nightmares, but this time I am the one controlling and confronting it.

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My breathing is getting slower by the minute. I can't breathe underwater. I look around with fear, and I can't breathe especially if I'm upside down. My memories are fuzzy, like if the water was sucking my thoughts away from me. I try to hold on my breathe but water enters into my nose and I start choking.

My leg is dragged again and I am lifted from the water. I cough and sneeze, as I shiver because of the cold water.

The cold, snarly laughter....

Replays over and over again.

My eyesight fails as I try to make out what is happening. I cry, "Help me Nabi."

"Nabi will never know."

"No I need to meet her. Let me go!"

"You will not anymore.......as you will be like before. You will never have met Han Nabi."

Tears roll down my eyes and drips into the water as I am hanging upside down. Nothing seems to process well into my head and my eyes are shut tight. I shout carelessly, "W-WHY!? I NEED NABI!"

"It will be like you never saw her. Don't worry. You won't regret it."

And then my head is dunked into the icy, cold water and I swore that I thought I was dead.

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I open my eyes, covering myself with the blankets around me. As I recover the memories of my nightmare, I know clearly there is an unknown purpose behind why my memories were taken away from me.

The night sky seemed brighter than before, hinting the ray of dawn is hitting. I wipe the sweat falling down my face and carefully sneak out of my bedroom. I approach Nabi's room and open the door. I see Nabi sleeping peacefully and soundlessly. The house is quiet and only creaked when I started to walk.

I sneak outside to where the garden is and admire the slowly rising sunrise. It gives me a peaceful thought as the light pink and orange color starts to dance around the dark blue sky. It seems now let the sun out as immediately the dark blueness disappears. I find a seat on the cold bench and lay down on it. Though it is uncomfortable, the rising sun slowly warms the atmosphere around me.

The light wind blows against my hair and I place my hand under my head. There is a knock on the patio door and I wave my hand. The knocking stops and I close my eyes. Staying inside, it haunts me miserably. It slowly seems like I am in the dark room again after reigniting the old fire of that nightmare. I recognize myself being more scared than before, as I approach the truth slowly. But seeing how Nabi aroused my feelings again, I am sure to get my memories back.

After moments of silence, I find myself crying a bit. The tears fall carefully out off my eyes and drips off of my cheek. My wet cheek is being hit by the wind, making it feel more colder than before. I can't understand why I cry like this every morning I'm sleeping on this bench. My feelings know me more, better than I know myself. There is soft ringing in my ears as my ears hurt a bit.

There is another knock on the door and I divert my attention towards the door. The maid is motioning me to come inside, as Nabi is standing next to her, rubbing her eyes. I hide my smile after seeing the tired version of Nabi. I sit up and realize it is now breakfast time. I wipe my remaining tears while looking at the sky. I carefully walk towards the door and the maid walks off.

Nabi looks at me through the other side and I smile brightly, mouthing, "Did you sleep well?"

She nods tiredly and rubs her eyes. I place my hand on the door window. She carefully follows and lines her play against mine on the window. She looks up and gives me the most comforting eye contact. My throat creates a lump and I try to swallow. She looks at me worriedly and I shake my head in response. She nods and motions me inside and I open the door.