Chapter { One}

Read the letter below.

Letter:

Dear stranger,

I forgot about you. I did the time I was sitting right at the edge of my backyard pool sipping a Pepsi - cola. I faced you when a shiny rosy poster whirled across my features by the wind. I proceeded to examine you, watching my pool splash due to that wind as I looked through my rear window in my residence. I went to bed that midnight; I wish I never woke up because when I woke up...

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It’s been a month since you’ve been suffering from short term memory loss.

Early morning, you arise uneasily from lying to sitting up in your bed. You casually look to your left and find yourself scanning your eyes around your bedroom. Your throat tightens, and you take a short intake of breath. Right after, tears escape your eyes. You mask your face with both of your hands and whisper to yourself, "I forgot about you." in a brittle voice.

You're in the same position as you were 5 hours ago, yet within those hours, you began to gaze at the calendar that's on the wall in front of you.

"June 1st.." you mutter to yourself. Instants, the door knob turns and clicks; it's your caretaker.

"Did someone say June?" she says playfully.

You chuckle a little bit, "Good morning, June." you say fruitfully.

June strolls into the room and faces directly at the calendar on the wall. She turns her head to you and frowns. You get up from your bed and pat June on the shoulder. "I'm fine, don't worry." June tilts her head and smiles back at you.

During small talk with June, she mentions you received a letter today in the mail. You remind yourself that you’re not close with anyone other than June, you inquire who it was from. June doesn’t reply. June gradually puts your mail in your drawer and leaves the room.

You stare intensely at the mail; you're tempted to open it but you instantly close the drawer and decide to get ready for the day.

You put on a [fvr color] top and jean shorts. In your bathroom mirror without a glance at yourself, by habit, you fix your hair to how you normally wear it. "nnnyvrgh "(tolk♪), it's your phone.

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| (IMessage) |

|(Mom): i wont be home |

| this month srry babe. | ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

|(Mom): I added an extra |

| $1,000 to ur card <3 |

| you can thank me later |

| |

| |

| |

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You lock your phone and observe yourself in the mirror vacantly. Looking at your eyes; your eyes appear red and moist. Your hair is longer than you recalled but, your [color] hair was foreseen to be its natural shade. You then look directly at your face.. What always seemed to stand out was your freckles, they were [color]. You rub both of your eyes and head downstairs to the kitchen.

Before you take your last step off the stairs, you notice June pouring waffle mix into the waffle maker. June quickly looks at you then goes back to waffle-making. You jump off the last step. June speaks,'' I know you hate it when I cook for you; I just figured you’d feel better if you had waffles this morning! Oh, also I-.'' You cut her off, '' My Mom's not coming back this month, I know. ''

June bites her lip and motions to you to come to sit at the kitchen counter. You and June settled into devouring waffles together.

During the afternoon, June grabs her car keys and waves to you goodbye; she shuts the front door. You rush to your room. Inside, you open your desk drawer and delicately open the mail that was sent to you. It’s a ripped piece of paper with words on it. You shake the dust off the paper. No, it’s a letter, with your exact handwriting. You read the letter attentively, you finish and look at the date ‘’ May 1st!?’’ you shout. You move side to side with the letter anxiously. You look back at two phrases ‘’ Dear stranger..’’ and ‘’ I forgot about you…’’ Without hesitation you fold the letter and slip it into your pocket shorts, and leave the house.

Looking around outside, your neighborhood is the same as you remember: deserted with lots of greenery and townhouses. “ It's so calming” you say, which is the opposite of how you're feeling right now. However, the trees blowing through your hair cool you and your racing thoughts down.

You decide it’s best to head down to the city; you walk towards the usual bus stop. While walking, you aimlessly find yourself staring at two women with straight bob cuts and long brown & black blazer jackets. One of the women has a floral mini purse on her shoulders with a puppy inside; they're crossing the street together. You have look of envy.

The two women find themselves talking to someone but you cannot distinguish who are. This person suddenly walks in a different direction.

chatter: '' Mrs. Shellaburger, wasn’t that young man back there sightless?''

chatter: '' Oh yes, you don’t even look like a [y/n] your way too stunning to be named something like that.'’ You squint your eyes, and shake your head. You remind yourself you will forget what they said by tomorrow so, you decide to mind your business and you continue to walk on your way to the bus stop.

Today's a new day, an opportunity to make new discoveries. But today, you had something different in mind. You face the bus stop, you stop, and take your letter out of your pocket; you gaze directly at it. Ever since you’ve read your letter this afternoon, You feel obligated to know who this stranger you supposedly met in your letter is and, why you wrote it. - Honking - Your head faces directly toward the honking bus and you rush inside.

You’ve found yourself looking through the glass windows inside the bus; the view is the same as you remember…’’ Average’’ someone shouts. Your head turns towards this person. Before questioning their purpose of shouting, all you could focus on was the poster they were holding onto. The poster’s color resembles a peach shade of pink you pondered, but later on the bus you’ve finally come to the conclusion that the color looks more like a rosy pink. Reminds you of your letter... you tilt your head slightly. You mutter to yourself unconsciously ‘’ I faced you when a rosy-’’your startled from the bus hitting a bump on the road.

The bus door opens and you and the person holding the rosy poster walk out together. They stop moving and you stop behind them. With your eyes only on the rosy poster, it suddenly drops to the ground. You look up and the person has disappeared. You stand still for a minute of uncertainty. The poster begins to flow off the ground by the wind. You reach your hands out to snatch the poster but it ends up whirling across your features .

A tall boy appears standing beside you with his hands in his pockets and shouts “ Looks like your poster’s gone” he chuckles. You slowly face him

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