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"You said you would never forget me... do you still remember who I am?"
Amid the haloed dream, there was that girl again, her skirt billowing slightly in the strong, blustering sea of flowers.
Her face was blurred with strong, white light, her features indistinct, save for a pair of eyes, vast like the stars in the sky.
"I'm waiting for you. I am waiting for you!"
Startled awake.
The man opened his azure eyes, his handsome face sculpted with strong contours.
He had this dream over and over again, for many years now. Like being cursed, shadows flitted through his mind, yet he didn't know who the woman waiting for him was!
"Charles, you're awake...?" The woman at the bedside asked timidly, "I ordered breakfast, shall we eat together?"
Charles Harrington sat up with a cold harshness and lit a cigarette, exhaling thick rings of smoke through his tightly furrowed brows.
An impolite knock on the door sounded—