Chapter 91
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If you ask a person, "Would you like to know who you were in your previous life?" then almost everyone will answer, "Yes. I'm very interested."
But few of them think about what it really means. Because knowing about it and remembering it are completely different things.
Especially when you remember it and cannot forget. When you remember the events that were decades ago as if they happened only yesterday. When you remember people who were close to you and who are no longer alive.
When the person you considered yourself to be, that person no longer exists.
The one who you once used to be is forever in the past.
Then what is the use of all this memory? What is the point of remembering what is long gone? I also want to know the answer to this question.
I hope I can someday understand why everything was the way it was, and what was the reason for it to happen.
. . .
The girl opened her eyes and felt that she was lying on the hands of a man. He was carrying her along the long gray corridor, and only the blinking dim light of the lamps hanging along the wall gave some signs of life in this silent void.
She glanced at the man. His face showed no emotion. She had already seen a similar picture. He glanced at her and smirked.
Yes, she had already seen those eyes and that look. Once upon a time. So long ago, that even she had already forgotten about it.
The man opened the door of the room, brought the girl inside and slammed the door. He laid her on the bed, standing in the middle of the room.
The girl tried to open her eyes, but all the forces seemed to have left her, and she could not even do that.
Her mind was ready to disconnect at any moment, and the last thing she heard was the words that the man whispered in her ear,
"It's time to wake up, my little kitten. You slept too long. I'm tired of waiting for you."
He turned on the quiet music, and the sounds of a classic melody plunged the girl into a deep and long-forgotten dream.
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If you ask a person, "Would you like to know who you were in your previous life?" then almost everyone will answer, "Yes. I'm very interested."
But few of them think about what it really means. Because knowing about it and remembering it are completely different things.
Especially when you remember it and cannot forget. When you remember the events that were decades ago as if they happened only yesterday. When you remember people who were close to you and who are no longer alive.
When the person you considered yourself to be, that person no longer exists.
The one who you once used to be is forever in the past.
Then what is the use of all this memory? What is the point of remembering what is long gone? I also want to know the answer to this question.
I hope I can someday understand why everything was the way it was, and what was the reason for it to happen.
. . .
The girl opened her eyes and felt that she was lying on the hands of a man. He was carrying her along the long gray corridor, and only the blinking dim light of the lamps hanging along the wall gave some signs of life in this silent void.
She glanced at the man. His face showed no emotion. She had already seen a similar picture. He glanced at her and smirked.
Yes, she had already seen those eyes and that look. Once upon a time. So long ago, that even she had already forgotten about it.
The man opened the door of the room, brought the girl inside and slammed the door. He laid her on the bed, standing in the middle of the room.
The girl tried to open her eyes, but all the forces seemed to have left her, and she could not even do that.
Her mind was ready to disconnect at any moment, and the last thing she heard was the words that the man whispered in her ear,
"It's time to wake up, my little kitten. You slept too long. I'm tired of waiting for you."
He turned on the quiet music, and the sounds of a classic melody plunged the girl into a deep and long-forgotten dream.
If you ask a person, "Would you like to know who you were in your previous life?" then almost everyone will answer, "Yes. I'm very interested."But few of them think about what it really means. Because knowing about it and remembering it are completely different things.Especially when you remember it and cannot forget. When you remember the events that were decades ago as if they happened only yesterday. When you remember people who were close to you and who are no longer alive.When the person you considered yourself to be, that person no longer exists.The one who you once used to be is forever in the past.Then what is the use of all this memory? What is the point of remembering what is long gone? I also want to know the answer to this question.I hope I can someday understand why everything was the way it was, and what was the reason for it to happen.. . .The girl opened her eyes and felt that she was lying on the hands of a man. He was carrying her along the long gray corridor, and only the blinking dim light of the lamps hanging along the wall gave some signs of life in this silent void.She glanced at the man. His face showed no emotion. She had already seen a similar picture. He glanced at her and smirked.Yes, she had already seen those eyes and that look. Once upon a time. So long ago, that even she had already forgotten about it.The man opened the door of the room, brought the girl inside and slammed the door. He laid her on the bed, standing in the middle of the room.The girl tried to open her eyes, but all the forces seemed to have left her, and she could not even do that.Her mind was ready to disconnect at any moment, and the last thing she heard was the words that the man whispered in her ear,"It's time to wake up, my little kitten. You slept too long. I'm tired of waiting for you."He turned on the quiet music, and the sounds of a classic melody plunged the girl into a deep and long-forgotten dream.
