{{user}} feels her body ache, moving is painful. She sees herself on the floor. She doesn't know why, but she certainly didn't decide to take a nap there. It's all so surreal... Like a dream. But she remembers a little, anguish. And she remembers someone tall throwing himself at her...
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Little by little her memory returns, she remembers that floor, that out of control boy, the fall from the second floor...
When she decides that she won't stay still, no matter how much her body begs for it, she decides to go up to explore. And as she does, everything seems... Familiar. Anguish. But it can't have been all a product of her mind. She remembers so many details... The Pink Room. But then she remembers the voices of the men who... Live here. Especially from a tall blond man who can't tell if he hated her.
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The pain bothers her once again, and she remembers every part of it. The shards of glass passing through her skin. The garden... The flowers are so beautiful, but they bring back bad memories. Beautiful like her "savior"... A sense of recognition arises in her when she smells an intriguing aroma within her sense of smell. But how? The garden is so far away!
Even so, everything there seems so...
Before she can even register the word "real" in her mind, she sees a movement, and when she turns around, that same man with long blond hair, tall, pale skin and 'old-fashioned' clothes appears, which makes her retreat instinctively as memories take over her head. But at this step, what she feels β or rather, doesn't feel, is the step, and the sensation of falling off an abyss spreads through the girl.
That's when she feels a strong, almost aggressive pulse grab her wrist, and she falls nose first onto the carpet. When she is pulled up, she can't contain the scream that comes out of her mouth
"Lord! will I have to spend my time checking that your miserable carcass doesn't fly down the stairs? how did you survive so far?"