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in
California.
    It
still seemed strange to me that we broke up. He was the only boy I
have ever dated and really cared about. When we broke up, it felt
more of a grown up decision rather than an emotional one. It was hard
to decipher all the clashing emotions that Cash had when he broke up
with me. He seemed torn about the decision, but it wasn’t
enough to change anything.

    H er voice was
soothing. She sang the most
beautiful lullaby, echoing and lulling her into the most beautiful
dream. She was in the fields, picking wildflowers and putting them in
her basket. The sun was bright and the sky was blue with soft patches
of cloud. Sitting down, she ran her hands on top of the soft lush of
greens—It felt like soft carpet. She wanted to lay down and
feel the warm sun in her skin, while the cool breeze soothed her,
caressing her face. She wanted to stay there forever.
    Her
small hand tucked her hair to the side—but It was no use, the
breeze kept blowing her hair, playing with its strands. She closed
her eyes. She heard a familiar voice.
    “ We’re
almost here Sweetie.” Opening her eyes, it was dark and foggy.
She wasn’t in the fields anymore, she was somewhere else.
Bright lights blinded her and a sound so
terrifying, she wanted to run back to the fields. A long screeching
sound echoed, the
longest sound she’d ever heard, and finally it hit and she spun
dizzy. Smoke was all she could remember…and the pain, the pain
came fast and finally she was numb.
    Her
lashes fanned open. Her eyes hazy. She tried moving her lips but no
sound came out. She was weak and dizzy to understand what just
happened. “How are you feeling?” She heard a voice. It
was a very soft whisper that faded along with her consciousness.
    T he
morning sun peeked through the window sill, glaring at my
bed—blinding me. I tried to reach for my alarm clock. I had
already forgotten most of the details of my strange dream right after
I woke, though it weighed heavily in my heart. Strangely enough, the
mysterious stranger was the first thought in my mind as I opened my
eyes.
    A
strange feeling descended in my heart—an irrational one. I was
hoping I would see him again despite the aggression that always made
me want to flee the instant I see him. And if I did see him again, I
vacillated whether to approach him this time. Would I have the guts
to confront him? Could I introduce myself? Could I ask him the
questions that’s been hovering in my head? I wasn’t sure
why everything about him seemed out of place. But somehow, there was
an unusual attraction that was unknown—a sixth sense perhaps. I
couldn’t wrap my mind whether he was somebody that I should
genuinely fear. The strange chill I felt was terrifying as I recalled
the first encounter we had, but yet I felt drawn to him somehow. I
couldn’t seem to find the feeling of prolonged anger or
avoidance even after his strange aggression toward me.
    My
mind wandered on the thought that perhaps I was attracted to
dangerous things. I had more than my shares of troubles and accidents
when I was younger, though, my recollection of my near death
experiences were poor; most of them still a mystery. I tried so many
times to stitch the fragments of my broken memories—gaps that
just simply vanished, the abstract details, not forming into anything
concrete. And each time, I always felt like I was only half present
in my own life, unable to control my own mind. The only thing I knew
and what the numerous doctors have concluded were that those memories
were traumatic experiences that I have blocked out somehow; my
subconscious trying to protect me from things I couldn’t
handle. But even with my mind blocking the unpleasant memories, I was
still very much aware of my fears. Because maybe it was inevitable.
Maybe bad things find me eventually. It was a curse and I have no
control over it.
    I
dragged my unsteady feet and went downstairs to the reassuring
familiarity of everything. The smell of dark roasted