I sat in front of the old inn not knowing what to do and where to go.
I'm so hopeless.
It's already dark and the cold murky air starts to roam the night.
I decided to go back to the meadow I woke up earlier. Hoping I could find something that would help me remember anything about myself.
I twitched as the cold air caress my skin.
I walk towards the center of the meadow. I tried to find something that may help me remember.
I couldn't find anything.
I'm tired.
I laid on the grasses and bask at the sky full of stars.
I reached out my hand as if I could touch the stars.
I feel so empty.
I can't remember anything.
I touched my chest to feel my heartbeat.
I'm still alive, am I?
I felt something as I touched my chest. I didn't notice I was wearing a necklace.
I sat back and took off the necklace.
I stared at it.
It is a silver necklace with a wing shaped pendant.
How and where did I got this?
Did I had this before I lost my memories?
I have so many questions in my mind that I don't know if it could be answered.
I wish there was someone I could trust and will help me in this predicament.
It glowed. I closed my eyes as the blinding light consumes me.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Where am I?
I am standing in a road in front of a tall gate.
Maybe it's an exclusive village. There are other houses but really far from here that I can hardly see.
Only the light from the moon lits the place.
Beside on its gate is a plaque and a name is embossed in it "Collins".
I tried to hold the gate but my hand passed through it.
Huh?
I tried it again but I really couldn't touch it.
Am... I... a ghost?
My heart beats fast.
I really need to find out who I really am. There must be something here that will help me remember.
I passed through the gate.
I felt the gate passed through my body that I almost fell on my knees as I get to the other side.
I scanned the place.
It's huge than I thought.
There's a garden on both sides of the house.
It is full of varieties of violet and white flowers that makes the air sweet-scented and fresh.
The sound of the water flowing from the huge fountain on the center fills the whole place.
"Arf Arf!"
A cute puppy siberian husky goes out from the little doghouse.
It walked infront of me with his tiny cute feet.
"Arf Arf!"
"Oh! You can see me?" I crouched down.
"Arf Arf!" He looks right into me as if he understood what I said.
"I guessed I have found my very first friend," I giggled.
I tried to touch him but I hesitated so I just revert my hands.
"What's your name little guy?" I looked at his doghouse and saw a name carved in the wood.
"Oh... You are Hachi."
"Arf Arf!" It looks happy.
"Nice to meet you Hachi. Hope we can be good friends," I smiled.
It suddenly ran towards the door and squeeze itself into the dog's door.
"Hey wait!" I followed it.
I passed through the door and the cute puppy is sitting on the far end of the corridor like it's waiting for me to enter the house.
I walked towards it and it suddenly ran off again to the doorway on its right.
I ran to the direction it went.
It is waiting for me again on top of the stairs.
I ascend up to the stairs and I reached the little puppy.
It walked towards the corridor and stopped infront of a door.
It sat and looked at me.
I walk towards it and crouched down.
"Why did you ran off like that? You don't like me?" I pouted.
It whimpered like it's saying that it opposed what I just said.
"Oh you like me then?" I grinned.
"Arf! Arf!" It looks very happy.
"Awwwwww~ I wish I could hug you," I said dreary.
I looked at the white wooden door in front of us.
"Do you want me to go there?" I pointed at the door.
"Arf! Arf!" It walked and scrabbled around the door.
My heart beats fast.
What's in there?
"I guess there's nothing to lose if I go there," I tried to calm myself.
I slowly walked passed through the door.
It's so dark here, only the light coming from the moon that passes through the glass door of the terrace lits the room.
I walked near the terrace but I notice something.
There's someone sitting on the glass door of the terrace.
The light from outside is too dim to see his face.
I walked towards him.
I crouched down to his face clearly.
His head is lolled to the glass door. His eyes closed.
My heart beats fast.
He looks familiar. . .