Dizzy

Freen's POV

''I saw the car they used to dump the body of Mr. On.'' I was surprised by what he said. I'm inside a car, sitting right next to the person who took me.

We ended up talking about the reason why he did this: his sister is bedridden in a hospital, just waiting for her time to die. He did this to surprise her sister by fulfilling her wish to see me in person

"So you were not lying about it just to get my attention?" I asked him to clarify what he said.

"Yes, I was telling the truth. But I need to do this as I saw someone from around you is one of the people I saw inside that car with the people who threw your driver's body. The man continued, but what he said shook me.

"What do you mean someone from around me?" I am getting more and more concerned about my safety now. '' Can you please explain what you meant by that statement?''

''It's -'' He cut off what he was about to say when he saw the cars parked ahead of us.

''They found us, he said, looking at me.

''I had nothing to do about it.'' I quickly shook my head and started to feel nervous with the way he looked at me.

His demeanor changed, and I felt more scared. He secretly showed me his gun, but I refused to show my nervousness and acted normally, as I didn't want to escalate this situation. I still need him, for he has very important information about Mr. On's murderer. I don't want them to kill a witness.

As I see the situation outside, I know that one wrong move will ruin everything.

I need to find a way. I know this man is not who he says he is, so I think I might have the power to convince him.

''I promise I had nothing to do with it, but if you trust me, nothing is going to happen to you .'' I assure him that and I want him to trust me. I have a plan, but I just hope Mr. Jaa will also be watching with this police. But I have a 99% hope that he is here .

I saw the trembling of his hands and knew he was nervous, so I held his hands even though he was holding a gun hidden in his pants. I tried to calm him down and asked him to put the gun away, assuring him that we could talk things out. Eventually, he handed me the gun and we were able to resolve the situation peacefully.

And as I planned, everything went well, and no one got hurt, but my heart broke the moment I saw his sister inside her room in this hospital. In the few hours that her sister and I bonded and celebrated her birthday, I never thought that it would be her last. I was shattered as I saw how the doctors tried to revive her, and then the nurses pushed us out of the room. I felt the hurt her brother was feeling at that time, and I was praying to God, '' Please let her survive this; please give her another chance to live. She is too young to leave this world."

I sobbed when the doctors announced her death. I wanted to comfort her brother as I saw him across the room standing still, not even reacting. He was standing there in shock.

And then two warm hands held my shoulder and guided me out of the hospital, using the exit behind the hospital. I was thankful that no one had noticed my appearance in that hospital because I wouldn't be able to handle it at the moment.

I looked up at the sky while looking out the window while sitting beside the window in the back seat of this car, and I am looking up in the sky and asking God so many questions. Mr. Jaa and Saint are sitting in silence in the front . My tears won't stop flowing from my eyes as we drive back to the mansion.

My train of thoughts was cut off as I felt Becky move under my embrace. I smiled, feeling her grip tighten on me, and I did the same. I distanced myself from everyone as I grieved Mr. On's death; he became like a father to me when my parents died. I felt like I was the reason why everyone close to me died; I felt like I was cursed and deserved to suffer rather than be loved.

I can hear Becky's heartbeat as I lay my head on her chest while my left arm is laced around her waist. Such a beautiful way to wake up. The sound of her heartbeat is like a lullaby that soothes my soul, and I feel grateful for having her in my life. As I open my eyes, I can't help but smile, knowing that this moment is all I need to start my day on the right foot

The heaviness I felt in my chest, and with a hazy mind, my foot was having its own mind, and I just found myself in front of her room last night. I absentmindedly leaned my tired body beside her door and knocked lightly, not actually expecting her to still be awake and open the door. To my surprise, she opened the door with a shocked face as she saw me standing in front of her who wouldn't if I had been cold towards her these past two months? I could see the confusion in her eyes, but before she could say anything, I quickly threw myself at her. She fell back a little from the force, but I felt the heaviness in my chest slowly dissipate, and I realized how much I needed her comforting presence in my life. As I cried my heart out in her neck, I might have cramped her shirt the way I gripped it so tight, like my life depended on it. She didn't say anything, but her embrace spoke volumes. It was as if she knew exactly what I needed and was willing to be there for me no matter what.

I slowly removed myself from her sleeping body and sat down beside her. I put my weight in my right hand as I sat beside her. I watched her peaceful face for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions inside me. I knew I had to leave, but it was hard to tear myself away from her.

I giggled when I heard her snore. Her mouth was slightly hanging open, and her hair was disheveled. Both hands were up on her body, and her right leg was slightly curled while her left leg was straight The blanket was out of her body, her shirt slightly up to her chest, showing her toned belly, and my face felt warm as I caught a glimpse of her black bra . I am already standing beside her bed, ready to go, but seeing her in this position gives me an urge to stay a little longer and admire her beauty. I take a deep breath and remind myself of the importance of respecting her boundaries and not crossing any lines. But before I went, I fixed the blanket and attached it to her body. I also fixed the hair that was covering her face before I kissed her forehead absentmindedly.

I caught myself feeling so embarrassed as I did it. I don't usually do that, but it felt like I've been doing that for years, like my body has a memory of it.

'' Good Morning my lady.'' I shook my head as I saw flashing in my mind that the woman in my dreams spoke that to the woman she loved as she lay in bed, just like this scenario.

No, this is just a coincidence. I might be just too engrossed in this film we are making that my mind is being deceived and mixing it with reality as I am seeing flashes of them in my mind every time and every corner of this mansion. It felt like I knew this place for a long time to be feeling so familiar in place.

I always just ignore these flashes in my head, thinking it might be just an effect of antidepressant medications that make hallucinations of scenarios in this place, just like the dance scene yesterday, which felt like I was really in that moment and me and Becky are the real people being said in this novel that we are making a film adaptation of.

I looked at her once again before finally silently getting out of her room. I leaned my back on her door and put my right palm on my chest as I felt my heart beat so fast. I can't help but smile I was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude as I realized how much she meant to me. I knew that I was lucky to have her in my life.

Remember me; do not forget. As time runs out, you have to remember before it's too late. Again, that voice in my head this is one of the things that has been bothering me since we started this project.

What is happening to me? Am I going crazy? I should talk to someone about this, maybe my therapist or a trusted friend. It's important to take care of my mental health and address any concerns I may have. I might have been triggered by the events this past few months.

I felt a little dizzy and I put my right hand on the wall for support not letting myself to fall in hallway but a hand hold my hand as fail to do so.

"Miss, are you okay?" Do you need some help? Says the man as he helped me sit in a chair as I was just about to go to my room, which is located on the opposite wing of this mansion, so I had to pass through the center lobby to get across the other wing of the mansion as this is so big it almost looks like a castle.

''Yes, I am o-kay'' I was shocked for no reason as I lifted my head to face the owner of the voice .

This face where did I see this? Why does it seem so familiar?

''Ma'am? Are you sure you are okay.'' The good looking man in white sleeves asks me confused might be the way I looked at him.

'Y-eah I-m okay'' I couldn't help but notice his charming smile and the way his eyes smiled with it. I can't help but think of where I have met this guy before.

I averted my eyes I tried to remember where I'd seen him before, but I couldn't recall. Maybe he was just one of those familiar faces you see around but never really get to know.

" Ahm, I am sorry if ever I will mistake you for someone else, but have we met before?" I can't stop myself from asking.

The man smiled and again the familiarity hit again.

"Yes, I am your grandson, remember?" I know he was joking, but what he said kind of made me feel something inside me.

" Hahaha.. I was joking "While laughing.

I glared at him.

"Oh, I am sorry." "Just call me Mr. Cute Guy. I am a fan of you and Becky, and I have been dreaming of meeting you in person." He said he was scratching his back and neck with his cheeks tinted red.

"Oh, my god, you are the writer?" My eyes went wide when I heard his name.

"ahehe.. kind of." He said a little bit shy.

"Oh my god. "I finally met you. I have always wanted to meet you." I said it to him happily.

"Heh. Me too."He said awkwardly.

" You do? why? "I know it is such a stupid question but it's too late it already slip in my mouth.

" Ahehe.. Like I said, I am a big fan of the two of you. From the stories I've read about you, it must have been so beautiful to have experienced such love as the two of you have. "It is really inspiring, and it's sad that no one knows about these historical events.

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"What stories? What do you mean historical?"