[Aurica tried hard to remember, but she couldn't remember anything. The last thing was her getting on their motorbike, and looking for something.. the rest was blank.
Is this even the Mayfield I remember before? What if I'm still dreaming? But then—!]
I...
[It was beginning to be too much for her. She just couldn't get a grip on her emotions and thoughts properly.
No, I can't believe this. Not this, I...]
I'm sorry, I have to get going!
[She then began to run, run as fast as her legs could carry her. She had no excuse she could explain to him.
I'm so ashamed of myself!
None, for even beginning to doubt him. For not trusting in which reality was the right one or not anymore. For not knowing how to handle herself in the state she was in, or why she was like that in the first place. Even if it was Mayfield doing that, unknown to her.]
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Is this even the Mayfield I remember before? What if I'm still dreaming? But then—!]
I...
[It was beginning to be too much for her. She just couldn't get a grip on her emotions and thoughts properly.
No, I can't believe this. Not this, I...]
I'm sorry, I have to get going!
[She then began to run, run as fast as her legs could carry her. She had no excuse she could explain to him.
I'm so ashamed of myself!
None, for even beginning to doubt him. For not trusting in which reality was the right one or not anymore. For not knowing how to handle herself in the state she was in, or why she was like that in the first place. Even if it was Mayfield doing that, unknown to her.]