Chapter 210. Rekindling Memories (The Amnesiac)

"SHIT!" you yelp, startled by the sudden intrusion, jolting back and nearly stumbling into the kitchen counter, only held back by the embrace of Miyoung's arms. "Aria? What are you doing?"

Aria's gaze meets yours, a flicker of hurt and anger dancing in her eyes. She crosses her arms defiantly and lifts her chin, pulling her eyes away from the sight of your exposed bodies. The built-up tension from the past few days hangs heavily in the air, with unspoken accusations crackling beneath.

"What are you doing?" she bites back. "Talking about me, it seems?"

"Aria, I-" Miyoung starts.

"What were you going to say, Miyoung?" Aria cuts her off, her voice carries an unpleasant raspiness that leaves an uncomfortable silence in its wake. "Go on, say it."

"Aria..." Miyoung shakes her head, unable to say what was on her mind.

Aria mutters under her breath and turns away, beginning to walk up the stairs.

"Aria, wait!" Miyoung's voice quivers with anguish.

Aria's response is curt, her tone devoid of emotion. "Later. Get dressed."

With each step, her presence recedes, and you find yourself rooted to your spot until her footsteps fade into silence.

"Are you okay?" you softly whisper, mindful of the pained look on Miyoung's face.

Miyoung takes a moment to respond, her gaze distant as she works through her thoughts. Finally, she lets out a weary sigh.

"Yeah... I think we should go to bed now," she says, her voice tinged with resignation.

She gently slips out of your embrace, reaching down to retrieve her underwear.

"What about your snack?" you ask.

"...You can have it," she dismissively waves her hand.

You rest your hand gently on her shoulder and supportively squeeze.

"...I just don't know why she's like this," she whispers. "I don't get it..."

"..."

"I don't know if I even want to know anymore."

...

Rubbing your eyes, you flick away specks of built-up dirt, the remnants of your slumber. A yawn escapes your lips, stretching your jaw as you draw in a deep breath of cool air.

"Morning, Miyoung," you say, turning your gaze to the girl watching you. You sit up, taking a moment to stare at the warm, subdued yellow glow that paints the blankets enveloping you.

"It's a beautiful day. Do you have any plans today?" Miyoung tenderly whispers, the anxiety of last night nowhere to be seen. She plants a soft kiss on your ear, making your skin pleasantly flutter.

"Yeah, I do," you reply, turning to face her and gently placing a hand on her cheek.

The sight of her natural face, illuminated in the sunlight with her round glasses resting on the bridge of her slender nose, gives her an angelic look.

"Really? That's new," she teases, an impish smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, come on..." you chuckle.

"Mmm, joking~" she responds, leaning forward momentarily to leave your lips tingling with the delightful taste of hers.

"I want to remember more about myself," you say.

"Oh!" she exclaims, raising her eyebrows approvingly. "That's great. What's your plan?"

"I... Well, I was thinking..."

A faint idea, long buried in the recesses of your mind, suddenly resurfaces. It emerges without warning, slipping from your lips before you have a chance to fully grasp it.

"My journal!"

"Your... OH!" Miyoung exclaims, a hint of realization dawning upon her. "Your journals! I completely forgot about them!"

"Wait, I kept a journal?" you ask, a sense of excitement tingling in your veins.

She cocks her head. "You don't remember?"

You shake your head reluctantly.

"Yeah, you did. You had at least four completely filled and stored away. You used to write in your latest one almost every night," she reveals, her eyes sparkling.

"That's perfect! What did I write about? And where are they?"

She purses her lips and puffs her cheeks, deep in thought.

"I don't know. And... I don't know," she admits. "You kept them private, so I never got to see them. When we moved into this house, you kept your journals in your room..." She pauses, her gaze drifting into the distance. "But if they were still there, you probably would've found them by now."

"Hmm... I'm pretty sure I haven't come across them."

"Rae probably knows where they are," she considers.

"Ah, you might be right. I'll ask her," you decide, reaching forward to lift the soft blanket off your body.

You gasp pleasantly as two warm arms encircle you from behind, holding you tightly. Miyoung's chest presses against your back, her lips caressing your neck with tender affection.

"Not right now," she whispers, her breath sending delightful shivers down your spine. "Last night - in the kitchen - it wasn't enough for me. Stay a little longer, please?"

A soft groan escapes your lips as she trails her hand down to your groin, and you surrender to her touch, allowing her to lay you back against her chest.

"Shit, you can be so seductive when you want to be..."

...

"Rae!" With a beaming smile, you eagerly greet Rae as she emerges from your shared bedroom right as you make your way there.

Taken aback by your enthusiasm, she tilts her head back slightly, your grin infecting her expression.

"Huh? What happened?" She asks.

"My journals!" You exclaim, cutting right to it. "If I read my journals, maybe I can remember some of my past life!"

Rae's eyes widen momentarily, a flicker of an unusual emotion passing through them before she quickly recomposes herself.

"Do you know where they are?" You ask.

She starts to walk past you, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she keeps her gaze over your shoulder.

"Are you hungry? You haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

You gently grasp her arm, stopping her from obviously evading your question.

"Rae... what is it?" You sigh.

She reluctantly turns back to face you, slowly facing her fate like a child who knows she's in trouble.

"I'm really sorry..." She apologetically mutters, visibly irritated with herself.

She slowly leans forward, resting her chin on your shoulder. You put your arms around her, holding her in a loose hug.

"I lost them," she whispers.

"...All of them?"

"I swear I had them all in a box with all your other stuff!" She starts speaking quickly, picking her head back up. "And when you came home, I unpacked everything to be ready for you, and they weren't there! I looked everywhere, but I never found them. I'm really really really sorry, babe..." She clutches you, squeezing tightly as she pours out her regret.

"Hey, it's ok," you reply, stroking her hair. "Do you remember anything I wrote in them?"

She subtly swivels her head, tickling your neck with her hair. "You told me you didn't want me to read them. So I promised you I wouldn't, and I didn't."

"...even after I almost died?" You whisper.

She nods. "A promise is a promise."

You give her torso a gentle squeeze. "I love you."

"I love you too," she instantly responds, never letting a chance to show her affection go to waste.

"I'll keep looking. I'm sure they'll turn up eventually. In the meantime, I'm sure I can do something else to remember."

"Mmm..." She groans, still disappointed with herself.

"Hey, don't worry," you continue. "I- "

"Hallo!" A cheery voice rings out from the door. Amid your conversation, you hadn't noticed the keys jingling from outside the front door.

"Lily?" Rae picks her head up. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh... oh..." the woman named Lily mutters. Her keys slip loose from her hand and fall onto the carpet beneath her.

"H-hello..." You respond, sizing her up while trying to avoid the intense look she was shooting into you.

"You're..." She gulps, stepping closer. "You're here. You're... really here."

"Lily, I thought I told you to wait!" Rae quietly exclaims, stepping between the two of you.

"Wait, what?" You interject, brought back to your senses. "What's happening?"

"I didn't want to overwhelm you with meeting everyone at once, remember?" Rae says, looking back at you. "So I told everyone to stay away for a bit until you were comfortable to meet them, a few at a time."

"Oh..." You nod your head as you recall her words. "But... I guess I'm ready now."

"Are you sure?" She turns back.

"It's ok!" Lily waves her hands, regaining herself. "Uh... we can 'meet' later. I don't want to be unfair to anyone else. Besides, I only came over for... Aria."

You and Rae stiffen.

"Aria? What about her?" You blurt.

"She called me over. Asked to hang out," she bluntly replies, leaning over to pick up her keys.

You and Rae share a glance, each of your minds silently churning.

"Well, it was nice to... not meet you," Lily innocently grins. "I'm really glad you're back."

"Thanks..." You reply, your attempt at a warm smile soured by thoughts of Aria.

...

Aria gasps as she peeks out of her bedroom curtain, immediately pulling it closed again as a ray of sunlight catapults through the crack, breaking the dark stillness of the room.

Noon already...

Her eyes burn with how much she'd rubbed them, and the remnants of her makeup cling to her clogged pores.

Her phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last hour, and she picks it up again, happy to distract herself further.

This time, though, her eyes stay transfixed to one message, from a group chat that hadn't been active in months.

Imane: this one is for the girlies ;)))))

She clicks on the attached video, and upon seeing the first frame, quickly sits up.

Her cheeks flush red, and her breathing quickens as she sizes up the sight of Imane sitting on her bed, beckoning to someone off-screen, while Sydney walks into frame.

No...

She skips ahead into the video, and her lips hang apart as it jumps straight into the action, with Imane's pretty face contorted in pleasure as you thrust your hips against her soft butt from behind.

The part of Aria's mind that knew she shouldn't watch any further stays silent as soon as her fingers reach into her shorts, traveling past her underwear.

"Ahh~" She whispers as her fingers make contact. Every touch was electric, and even barely giving herself the slightest of rubs felt extraordinary, not least because of whose fingers she was imagining being the ones on her body.

She rubs back and forth, digging the rest of her fingers under her shorts and pulling them down to her knees.

"Shit," she groans, laying her head back and holding the phone above her. Her chest heaves as you give Imane one final thrust, leaving her with a quickly reddening mark on her ass.

She watches as you change positions, now getting ready to give Sydney the same treatment. You lean down, finally showing your face on camera, and Aria's heart nearly stops.

She slams her phone down on the bed, shutting it off. She snakes her hand down and pulls her shorts back up, disgusted with herself.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to stop this. I... have to...

She glances at her drawer, then back to herself.

I can't let this go on.

Four quick knocks sound at the door, but Aria barely registers them, her head swirling with dreadful thoughts.

"Heyyyy! Aria, what's..." Lily's voice trails off as she opens the door. The utter darkness of the room catches her off guard.

"Aria?" She asks, barely able to see the woman hunched over on her bed, her back turned to her.

"Oh, fuck!" Aria snaps out of her stupor. "Uh, sorry." She sits up, keeping her head away from Lily's gaze.

Lily slowly steps inside, stepping over strewn clothes. She stops for a few seconds, letting her eyes adjust to the sight of the drawn blackout curtains, unmade bed, and messy desk.

"Aria...?" She asks again, realizing how drastically the aura of the room had changed.

"Sorry about the mess." Aria blurts out, glancing back for a moment and seeing Lily's reaction.

"Aria, what's wrong?"

"..."

Lily approaches her, holding out her hands in front of her for safety until she grabs onto the bedframe.

"You already know, Lily-"

"Do I?" She retorts.

"...what?" Aria asks, her voice shaky.

"Aria..." She sighs. "You've been so distant, and now I know something's wrong. This can't just be about the breakup. I know you," she says, her voice tenderly begging for some understanding. "Please tell me. let me in."

Aria's gaze falters, drawn to the small, innocent-looking drawer at the bottom of her nightstand.

"Ok. I'll... I'll tell you," Aria whispers. "It's... actually why I invited you over. I needed to tell someone."

"Good," Lily says, sitting down beside her. "You're a strong woman," she sighs. "But you can only take so much. Now tell me what's on your mind."

"...alright. Maybe I should show you..."

She starts to stand up.

"Wait," Lily stops, gently touching her arm. "Not yet. Give me a hug first."

"Lily..." Aria sighs.

"For my sake," Lily stands up, holding Aria's shoulders. "Please?"

Aria leans in, and Lily wraps her arms tightly around her. Aria squeezes her back, on the verge of tears at the sound of Lily's soft, familiar hums.

"It's ok to cry, Aria," Lily whispers, hearing Aria sniffle.

"I've cried enough," she responds, gulping.

She pulls away, letting Lily see her face fully for the first time.

"Thanks for the hug," Lily warmly says. "Now... what did you want to show me?"

Aria turns around, staving off her looming anxiety. She raises her arm, outstretching one finger to the source of all her doubts and fears.

"Wait..." Lily says, stepping closer. "Is this..."

...

"Who's Lily?" You ask Rae, while she waits impatiently by the stove, spoon in hand, for the rice to finish cooking.

"Why does rice take so long to cook normally? We need to get a new rice cooker..." She mutters to herself. The sight of her absorbed in her thoughts was adorable, and you can hardly hold back a grin.

"Rachel?"

"Huh?" She whips around, her full name drawing her attention out of the depths. "What's up, babe?"

"Who's Lily?" You repeat.

"Oh, she's our friend!" She grins. "A shy wittle cutie, too."

"Well, sure, but..." You half-grin. "I meant, what's her relationship to me?"

"...friends!" She exclaims again. "Just friends."

You stare suspiciously at her.

"Trust me, I'm just as surprised as you are. I spent so long thinking that you two must have been going out, having crazy hot sex behind everyone's back. But no, you two were always... just friends."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," you grin, teasing.

"No, it's not!" She waves her hand. "Well, erm... I can't say I haven't thought about what a threesome with her would be like... but being friends is great! We all need friends."

You raise an eyebrow, ever-impressed by how horny your girlfriend could be.

Well, maybe she's right. It's nice to know that we were just friends. No breakups, no baggage, no history... just friends.

...

"Alright, byeeeee~!" Rae smooches you on the lips and slips behind your bedroom door.

"Bye, love." You smile.

"Oh, by the way," she pops her head out again. "You can always come in when I'm streaming. Chat already knows you exist, so it wouldn't be weird."

"Oh... yeah, ok," you grin. "Sure."

"Besides, this is a secret stream, so there will only be like... eight thousand-ish people? I don't know, I don't look at the numbers much anymore," she thinks, scratching her head. "Ok, bye!"

Eight... thousand?

On second thought... maybe not.

Was I like this before? I can't imagine being comfortable in front of thousands of people, but it sounds like I've been on her stream before...

Out of nowhere, a startingly loud groan echoes from down the hall, capturing your attention.

You quickly move down the hall, not sure what to think.

"Leslie?" You cautiously ask, determining where the sound came from. "You ok?"

"Yeah! But, uh... come in!" She calls back.

"Um... ok..."

You nudge open the door.

"What's up? Why did you..."

Leslie looks up at you, one hand holding her phone out in front of her, the other currently rubbing quick circles around her clit. Her cheeks are flushed red, and nearly her entire body is naked, aside from her shirt, which was haphazardly pulled up until it was resting on her collarbones.

"Holy shit," you slip out, quickly closing the door behind you.

"Oh, heyyyy..." She calls, feigning innocence. "Crazy seeing you here."

"Yeah, in my own house," you retort, crossing your arms. "So, you wanted me to see you like this?" You smirk, drinking in the sight of her smooth, slender legs spread apart, and her perky breasts poking through the faint fabric blocking them from your view.

"It's only fair after I get to see you like this..." She turns her phone to you. You lean in closer and blink in surprise.

"Oh! Right, I nearly forgot about that..." You crawl onto the bed curiously. "Could I see it?"

"Of course."

She bites back a grin as you scoot up next to her. She holds the phone out between the two of you. She doesn't bother removing her hand from her legs, and instead continues stroking away as she hits play on the video.

Your head fills with recent memories as the crisp, high-quality video starts playing.

The scene of your hips plunging into Imane's bountiful assets, combined with her soft moans that were perfectly picked up by her expensive microphone, starts to stir something within you, and you shift your legs, trying to ease the tightness.

But one more glance at Leslie gives you an up-close sight of how hot and bothered she was silently getting, and it starts to tempt you. The way her hips slightly buck whenever she sticks her fingers in, and how intently she watched the two of you on camera, turns you on more than you expected.

Without another word, you lift your hips and slide down your pants. Leslie's breathing quickens, and she releases a soft moan as she notices.

You wrap your hand around your shaft and slowly jerk it, realizing for the first time how long it had been since you've watched any kind of porn. Despite it not being the real thing, the novelty of the experience made it all the more exciting, and Leslie's hot body beside you only made it better.

"You two are so hot," Leslie breathes out, transfixed on the video. "Such a nice butt..."

"Damn right," you nod, nearly groaning at how perfectly every jiggle of Imane's ass was captured.

"I meant yours," she giggles.

The two of you continue with your slow, soft motions, slowly increasing your pace as your lust grows.

Leslie's eyes flick back and forth between the video and your cock, as if unsure of what she wanted to focus on. Similarly, your eyes are drawn to how perfect her slit looked.

You reach over and grab her hand, moving it away from her.

"Hmm?" She grunts.

You gently open her hand and wrap it around your cock, making her shiver in delight as your cock twitches in her grip.

You place your hand back where hers was and gently dig your fingers in. She nearly drops the phone as her fingers and toes curl from the feeling. She quickly returns the favor, stroking you up and down with fervor.

With both of you now sitting restlessly with one hand on each other, it becomes harder and harder to focus on the video.

Leslie's hand starts to shake as you curl your fingers inside her, distracting her until she's no longer paying much attention to anything else.

"Leslie..." You groan, focused on pleasurably her hand was gently squeezing and pumping your raging erection.

"Yeah...?"

"I think... we don't need the video anymore..." You pant out, pushing another finger into her smooth folds.

She smiles widely. "No, we don't," she decides.

She drops the phone to the side, and places her free hand on your chest, beckoning for you to lay back.

You scoot down and lie flat on your back, eagerly anticipating what was to come. She immediately spreads her legs as she gets on top, to straddle you in reverse. She scoots her butt back until it rests inches above your tongue, and before she can lower her lips to your cock, you grab both soft cheeks and dive your tongue into her pink folds.

"AHH-MPH!" She muffles her scream of ecstasy by leaning forward and choking on your cock, going much deeper than you expected.

Your toes curl at how deep into her throat your cock was hilted, and the feeling of her warm tongue as she pulls out and pushes in again is euphoric.

Feeling her warm body on top of you is oddly comforting, but it's hard to pay attention to it with the feast currently resting in front of your eyes.

Without another moment of hesitation, you immediately get to devouring each other. Leslie doesn't wait to use every trick in her book, from flicking your sensitive spots to massaging your balls while softly deepthroating you. You try to match her pace, licking and sucking her sweet spots while trying not to pass out from her incredible work.

She finally pulls away for a moment, leaving you with some respite. She sits up, pressing her light body weight down onto your face. You gleefully wrap your hand around her soft thighs and pull her down even harder, letting your tongue press into her heat further. She squeals and clutches your sides, clenched and shaking as your muscles access forgotten years of sexual practice and put them to good use.

"Baby, fuck me," she groans, "FUCK ME~"

You finally release her from your grip, and she leans forward, getting onto her hands and knees.

"Like you did with Imane," she smiles, flipping her hair back to look at you.

Seems like everyone wants that treatment now... thank you, Poki.

Leslie shakes her butt side to side, impatiently waiting for you to split her open while you finish taking off your pants and tossing them aside. You line yourself up with her lips and quickly push in, knowing she didn't need any more preparation after the treatment you'd given her. She tightens her grip on the bedsheet as you push in, filling her up and expanding her insides. She turns her head back to look at you, and the sight of her biting her lip lustfully while staring back into your eyes turns you on even further. You pull out and ram back into her, letting each thrust deliver a strong dose of your lust into her fit body.

"YES~~" She moans. "Please... again..."

You gladly oblige, grabbing her hips and plunging yourself deep within her. You continue pounding her from the back, letting your growing passion and adrenaline overtake your actions as you push yourself even harder. You reach forward, bundle her messy hair into a ponytail, and pull it backward, making her gasp as you roughly tug it back.

"Mmm... fuuuuck... you remember... how much I looooove that..." She blissfully groans. The rough treatment was exactly what she craved in a mood like this, and the dirty sounds of your love-making were music to your ears.

"I'm gonna..." She warns, moaning and groaning quietly as her orgasm spikes. She finally releases it, hollering as her body unfurls. Her pussy clamps down on your cock, increasing the friction and edging you closer.

"I want you in my mouth," she unabashedly begs. "Can I...?"

You immediately pull out, lying back on her pillow as she spins around and leaps on you like a cougar.

...

"Leslie... I'm close..." You warn, practically humping your hips up into her waiting throat as she sloppily slurps you down. Your taste buds are still coated with her slightly sweet taste from earlier.

"Mm-mmph..." She grunts out, her tone sounding approving.

Her hands work in tandem with her lips to try and milk every last drop out of you, and her legs still quiver a bit from the orgasms you had already put her through.

"Ahh~" You groan, using up the little energy you had left in your final moments.

"MMPH~!" Leslie squeals as she dives down on your cock for the last time and feels you burst down her throat, shooting your warm seed into her.

You stay there for a few moments, seeing stars as your cock pulses and pushes against Leslie, gushing out her reward. She nearly gags at the release but manages to keep it all together.

"Fuck..." You groan, letting your arms fall loose to your side. "That's... amazing..." You sigh as your orgasm finally subsides, leaving you feeling weightless.

Leslie slowly extracts herself from your slick shaft and swallows everything, ensuring you watch as her tongue drags the lingering drops from around her lips into her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm so lucky..." You groan with a smile, nearly getting hard again at the promiscuous sight.

"Shhh, don't tell anyone," she whispers. "But sometimes I can be just a little bit of a slut for you."

"Just a little?" You taunt.

"Shut it!" She laughs. She immediately cringes at the pain in her throat and silently clutches her neck.

"Wow, it's been a while since I went that rough," she groans. "How am I gonna stream later?"

Despite her concern, a huge smile lingers on her face as she crawls up to you and lays her cheek on your chest, wrapping an arm around you.

"Don't stream. Stay with me." You grin and gently caress her head, brushing back the hair that had fallen over her ear.

"I wish..." She sighs, nestling in closer.

"How long do you have?" You ask.

"How long were we at it?" She retorts, giggling.

"...good question," you chuckle, looking up at her wall clock and making some reasonable guesses. "Half an hour?"

"Mmm, that's good. I only have to stream at 3."

She tilts her chin up and yawns, instantly making you follow along. She settles back down, resting on her side and keeping her body entangled with yours.

Fatigued from the cardio, she starts to slip into a nap, while your thoughts remain active.

I should ask her about that too...

"Hey," you whisper, gently bringing her back awake.

"Hey, cutie pie," she whispers back, her breath tickling your neck while her eyes remain lightly closed.

"Do you know anything about my journals?" You ask, softly rubbing her cheek.

"Oh... uh..." She opens her eyes.

"Do you know where there are?" You clarify.

"Yeah! Well, one of them."

"Show me!" You exclaim, jolting upright.

"Ow! Ok, OK!" She yelps, laughing. "Fine. I..." She sighs, letting her back slouch. "It's your first diary. The first one you still had, anyway. I wasn't planning on reading it, since-"

"Since I told everyone not to," you finish, standing up.

"Right," she nods. "But... you filled out this one back when you didn't keep them secret. You actually let me read what you w-w-wrote," she says, falling into a blushing stutter as her eyes catch sight of your swinging, half-hard cock as you walk to find your pants.

"Really? That's... different," you say, comparing her words with what Miyoung had told you.

"Well, yeah. Back then, you weren't so..."

You turn back to face her, your forehead creasing with concern as you pick up on her tone.

"Sorry, forget it." She moves away from the bed. "It's over here," she quickly changes the subject, pointing to her desk.

"Wait, what?"

She shakes her head. "Never mind. It's here."

"Leslie, what were you going to say?" You say, walking toward her. "What was I like back then? I... I'd like to know. Maybe it could help me remember."

She pulls the diary out from her drawer and places it on her desk, not meeting your eyes.

You stand next to her and gently hold her shoulders, finally coaxing her to look up at you.

Is this what Tina was talking about? How I was different before the accident?

Just how much did I change?

"It's ok to be honest, Leslie," you say. "I know I was different. I don't know exactly how yet, but I want to find out."

"..."

She gazes into your eyes, her unease slowly fading away as she sees the sincerity in them.

"You started getting more closed off," she whispers, putting her hands on your forearms and gently squeezing. "Years ago, I used to be able to look over your shoulder while you were writing, and you'd happily let me see. Sometimes you'd be writing the sweetest stuff..." She trails off, clearly reminiscing by the visible sparkle in her eyes.

"But then it stopped. Around 6 months before the accident, you started pulling away. It was small at first, but you got pretty serious about us not looking at what you were writing. I never knew why."

You listen closely, letting your mind soak in her words.

"After the accident, I found your diaries, packed up where Rae kept them in your room. It felt wrong to read any of the newer ones, so I only picked up the oldest one you had. I read through it all again. And again, and again, and again."

"...and?"

"And...?" She repeats, cocking her head.

"Did you... find anything?"

"...no? Nothing new, of course, since it's almost four years old, and I had read some of it before. Reading it was just a way for me to cope with what happened."

"I see..." You nod.

"But it could be helpful for you," she says, patting the cover. "You should take it back."

"Are you sure? You can keep it if you'd like," you suggest as you turn your attention to the old, worn book, running your fingers over the fractured binding.

She smiles. "It's your diary, babe. And besides, I don't need it anymore. I have the real you back."

Her lips lock with yours as she pulls you in by the arms, and an infectious, giddy joy spreads through her.

The real me...?

I hope this diary can give me some answers as to who that actually is...