'You are the key to his locked mories' The words keep ringing in Leena's ears, influencing her unconsciously. Her mind turned by fear like a lost child cluelessly wandering the house.
''The secret of his mories is buried under your tattoo,'' Morvena said. ''The key is in your hand.''
Why? Leena wanted to ask but very well knew Morvena would turn down her question. Her clueless mind went blank to think about anything at the mont. Rather than questioning Morvena, Leena glanced around the room.
A glass mirror slowly rose to the ceiling from the bottom of the terrain, revealing her reflection in the mirror. Leena stared at the heart-shaped tattoo on her back. ''Aren't we in the mories of my past?'' Leena suspiciously questioned Morvena before trudging towards the mirror. ''This incident never happened in my life.''
''Present has returned to the past. These are the projections of your present in the past. Any idea you feed to subconscious mind, it erges into a thought. Your mind is constantly thinking of every possible way to open the lock.'' Added Morvena as she gazed at Leena and her reflection in the mirror. She is quite good at imagining, Morvena thought.
Leena grazed her fingertips over her tattoo. Her own skin shuddered at the touch. 'You are the key to his mories!' Morvena's words again ringed in her ears, pushing her towards the edge. Her inner self demanded her to find the connection between her tattoo and Devin's mories. Taking the plunge, Leena arched the key into the opening of her tattoo. The mont she did so, the glass cracked, shattering into pieces, before pulling her into the secret world.
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Countless confessions, numberless fans, nothing brings happiness except for her smile. She ca into my life and then beca my life. This is my story, my book that has no edits. There is no agony than bearing an untold story of mine.
First eting...
I was cycling on the lawn on my new bike my dad gifted after I perfected walking. But my happiness was short-lived because my mama bear called . ''Devin, co and get ready. We are going to the hospital.''
''I am not coming. I want to play.'' I scread intensely, but no mom will listen to the kid's rants. My mother practically dragged to the hospital, although I threw tantrums at her.
My dad helped sit on the chair, my short legs dangling off the ground. I hated these tall chairs. Mom and aunt Sharon went inside the hospital room, abandoning . Nurses and doctors passing by would either ruffle my hair or pinch my cheeks, calling adorable. I hate them more than the tall chairs.
I waited in the corridor, accompanying my grandfather and dad. The ear-splitting cries of a baby from the opposite room reverbarated into my ears. The ambulance siren I hear in the movies was a little bearable compared to that baby's noisy cry.
I wish I had cotton in handy to plug into my ears. I closed my ears, but the cries still echoed. ''What a noisy baby,'' I grumbled. With the utmost difficulty, I got off the chair and ran inside the room. Now, the noisy baby cries are more abundant.
Around five people surrounded in a group, consoling the noisy baby, but she wouldn't stop her cries.
''Baby, look at . I will bring you a toy if you stop crying.''
''Oh, my. Don't cry, sweety!''
I tiptoed on my heels to peek, but the baby's face was practically invisible, considering my height. My curiosity to see the baby heightened. ''Mom,'' I called my mother, tugging her dress from behind.
My mom turned around and smiled at . ''Ah! my baby Devin is here.''
I looked past my mom, and my eyes straight away landed on the baby. The noisy baby was wrapped like a cocoon in sothing blue, but I saw the tiny head. It looks like a kiwi fruit that my mom feeds every day.
''I am afraid her throat hurts, Eve. She had only stopped her cries once. It was when she slept.''
''Don't worry, Heather. It's nothing serious. She must be sore from the trauma of birth.''
My curiosity piqued. I walked towards the bed and stood in front of the noisy baby. Her head looks like a kiwi. I want to know if her face looks like a pineapple.
I tugged Aunt Heather's hospital gown, and I almost jumped in happiness when she tilted the baby in my direction.
I glanced up and stared at her teary eyes. OMG! She is not a pineapple. She is a hairy monkey I recently saw on the TV. Without my knowledge, my hand went to hold her tiny hand, soft to touch. The noisy baby stared at , her teary gaze more focused than any toddler could be. Like magic, her siren slowly ca to a stop.
''Woah!'' My mom ruffled my head. ''Look, Heather. My son stopped the cries of your daughter.''
''My son-in-law ca to claim her wife.'' Aunt Heather playfully said. ''Little Devin, will you marry my daughter?''
I didnot know how to answer Aunt Heather's question. So, I gazed at the floor sheepishly. Marriage with this hairy monkey? Maybe I need to think tonight.
''Look, Eve! He is ready for marriage.''
''So, when are we holding the wedding?'' Like always, my dad started his drama.
Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts when soone held my ear. It was none other than uncle France.
''Little brat.'' I cried in pain when he twisted my ear. ''You have not even completed three years, ready for a marriage, and even blushing?''
''Francis!'' My mom yelled and pulled into her embrace. ''Do you have to be harsh on my kid? We are just making fun.''
''Fun? But I don't trust your son.''
While they argued with each other, I seized the chance and ran to the noisy baby. She seems to be happy around . Although she is ugly, I like her.
''Is she cute,Devin?'' Aunt Heather asked . ''Does she look like ?''
''She looks like a hairy monkey,'' I admitted innocently.
And everybody in the room burst out laughing, except for one.. Uncle France wore a predatory expression on his face as he stared at . Why is he angry? Is he upset that I did not call her kiwi head?
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