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      An awestruck expression spreads across his face as my eyelids flutter open. I glance around the confined room, my gaze averting to the many needles stuck in my arm. The room was pure white, it reminded me of my dream.

     I shook my head quickly to avert my attention. I wince and gradually sit upwards, looking at the boy who's face was streaked with tears. "Lucy..I'm so happy.." He snivels, enclosing me in his arms and resting his chin on my shoulder.

     "U..Uhm..do I..know you?" I tilt my head in confusion and he pauses, sitting back down in the cushioned chair next to my cot.

     "Y-You don't remember me?" He blinks, pointing to himself.

     "I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember anything.." I clarify as his expression goes from appalled, to purely aghast.

     "Lucy, quit joking around, I'm being serious!" He chuckles in a hesitant tone as he grips onto my shoulders, shaking them violently.

     "OW! STOP! I'M SORRY THAT I CANT REMEMBER YOU! SO PLEASE JUST STOP!"Tears swell in my eyelids and he does just that

He looks me in the eyes, practically piercing into my soul.

     "You really don't remember me, Lucy?" He then lowers his gaze and lets go of me.

    "No, I'm sorry." I whisper as he stands up from his chair.

    "Oh..." A weak smile traces his chapped lips. "Well, I'll just give you some time to..recover. I'll explain all of the details later." He breathes, hastily heading for the door frame.

    "Wait!!" I reach my hand out to him, grabbing his wrist. He turns around with glossy eyes, blinking through tears. "I..I never got your name." I retract my hand and he doesn't respond for a few moments.

    "....Natsu." He replies, going out of the room and slamming the door. I sit in the infirmary, with nothing but a cot, chairs, and beeping machines that were probably in charge of my survival rate.

    ...I feel so alone.

    Who was that woman from earlier? Was I possibly...dreaming?

    No, it felt to real to be a dream..I turn toward the open window, the drapes blowing softly with the breeze. I don't understand..

     I glance towards a painting on the bedside, which showed a girl with long golden hair, and blemishes and scars covering her upper body. "What happened to her..?" I mumble, reaching out to grab the portrait. Not a portrait...

    But a mirror. I look like this? What caused this? Why can't anyone just tell me who I am, where I am, and what I am?! I roll over on the cot, clasping my eyelids shut as I hear the door swing open. I can't let them see me like this..whoever I am..I must be a disgrace.

    And everything I know..has just...faded.

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