Chapter 61 Aria

• He was speaking so openly, it was beginning to make sense. I had to listen. I had to give him a chance. That was what the moon goddess wanted of me, was it not? But, as he spoke, I could not help but think, I did not know if I believed him. He could be lying to me to manipulate me in someway. Yet, there was something about the sadness in his eyes. The pain within his voice. And that pain made me return again to the conversation with the moon goddess.
• It was like an internal battle within my own mind. I looked to the man in front of me, and I am certain I do not know him. I would surely remember meeting him. He is too much of a prescence for me to forget so easily... even if the memory loss the doctor spoke of was true, would I still not remember him? He was something special, I am sure. My brain is telling me that the things they are telling me cannot be true, for we hold no memories of them. If they happened I would have something, right? Even the slightest thing...
• So, all those pictures had sent a cold chill over me. Image after image of the two of us. Smiling. Looking more than familiar with one another. We looked happy in one another's company. Comfortable. And seeing those images made me feel anything but comfortable. Yet, as I glanced down at them time and time again, studying each one, the pictures made no sense to me. The only thought that came to mind was he had to have made them. Faked them. They could not be real.