" Did you ever write a love letter to Ian?"

After what felt like eternity, Jenna finally reacted. I did not expect her reaction to be so big and hilarious.

As much I wanted her to answer, I didn't want her to answer in this way.

"You...." I watched as she threw the fashion magazine at one corner of the sofa and while she tried to sit up immediately she almost tripped.

Jenna took a shufti round around the room alerted," Are you mad? Why are to saying such scandalous things so brazenly? What if someone hears?"

I raised an brow at her exaggerated reaction, she looked as a thief who has robbed a big bank and is afraid of being caught.

It was amusing and hilarious at the same time.

" Scandalous?" I asked," It was just a simple question, 'Did you ever write a love...'..."

" DON'T...." she shouted shaking her head with her eyes wide open," Don't you dare to complete that sentence. "

" Whhy?"

" Because it's a dark history and dark history is not to be mentioned ever.... " she cried, "..never...."

My left eye twitched, I blinked speechless at her weird words," Well... if you say so."

" Hmm, tha's more like it, don't say this type of things in future they give me anxieties." she sighed sitting on the stool beside the bed.

" O_okay..." I nodded absentmindedly," But on that note, I really did not get if you wrote him a love letter or not?"

"...."

Jenna stared at me blinking slowly, I could see the corner of her lips twitching... maybe in annoyance or confusion?

" Listen, I really really want to know if you gave him a letter or not. You just have to answer in yes or no. " I said, trying to get an answer from her," It's okay if you don't want to say it, you can just nod or shake your head in denial. "

"I won't mind if you resort to to shaking your head."

" I think you hurt your head very bad." she shook her head in distress," Even though all the available tests are already been carried on you, how about we search for well known neurologists and recheck your head? You don't need to worry, it's okay if some part of your brain is damaged. We won't leave you to fend for your self. At the most we could admit in a asylum or maybe we could hire a specialist who deals with ill patient's."

"........."

She looked at me like looking at a mentally retarded person. Her face was so serious, that I almost...almost thought that I was mentally ill.

" Did you _ did you just call me mentally retarded?" I asked bewildered.

" No shit, Sherlock." she scoffed rolling her eyes," If you ask the obvious again and again, people will definitely think you to be a retard."

I ignored the latter part and exclaimed," Wait, you mean to say that you did write a letter to him, right?"

"Obviously." Jenna raised an brow," What's wrong with you? How can you forget it, I gave him the letter in college but that bastard did not even give me an answer, and after that I cried for days and you were the one who brought me ice cream in my mourning period."

" I don't know, I might or might not have forgotten some details. That's why I asked you to confirm."

" Oh, right, I almost forgot that you hit your head and your memories are muddled." she nodded in understanding.

" Memories are muddled?" I asked confused.

Now that was new.

" Yeah, when you had your surgery the doctor informed us that all your memories will be disoriented for a short while. And also that you might forget many things. You will only remember important things in your life." she added," We had thought that you won't remember all of us, but, fortunately you remembered."

It explains why my memory turned out to be so poor all of sudden.

It means that the dream which I had might be true, maybe it were my memories which played inside my head in order creating a different kind of story in my head.

Now, the question remains how much of those memories are true and how much were just my imagination.

I took and deep breathe and asked," Was there someone called Emma Smith?"

"Emma.. Smith...?" she knitted her eyebrows in a deep thought.

Even if everything I experienced was a dream I'm sure the people and their temperaments were somewhat similar.

" Ah... I remember...I remember..." Jenna exclaimed, " Isn't Emma Smith that hypocritical bitch, who used to have a crush on every hot guy?

" Is that so?" I asked shocked, not because I was surprised but because I would have been so right.

"Of course , she was with us from high school to college. And when you, Ethan and Ian chose to study business in same college she followed suit. That bitch had an eye on Ethan right from the beginning, it's good that Ethan did not pay any heed to her. "

I continued ask Jenna about all the things in my memories, even though I could remember everything I wanted to confirm it from her.

I asked about all the people whom I could remember, like Micah Agnor in reality is our business friend cum rival. I found it funny that I considered my business rival as a villain in my head.

The image from my dream and reality collided into my head making everything clear. As much as I was feeling bad that it turned out to be like this, I was thankful that the people in my dream exist in reality.

The only thing which was constantly bugging me was... Ethan. Not once did he visit me up until getting discharged after a week of staying in hospital. I agree that it is wrong of me to expect things from him, but, I couldn't help feeling sad.

I fell in love with him and I don't think I would be able to change my feelings for him, maybe I could try to make my dreams come true.

Maybe I should chase him like he did in my head. I just hope Ethan at the least have a good impression of me so that it might be easier for me to chase him.