Sean And Leslie Part 1

Sean Pov Actually, what happened to me? I don't understand at all. I feel weird since I've been tasting Muggie's cooking many times. She told me I was learning to cook, forcing me to taste it. But I often feel pain in my head every night when I eat Muggie's food during the day. I didn't suspect Muggie had mixed something in the food because I knew that was impossible. The excruciating pain in my head has become more frequent since I learned the truth about my parents. Maybe I felt that pain because I overthought about my family's problems. The pain seemed to stab my head. If I describe it, it's like hundreds of nails piercing my skull. And strangely, every time the pain attacks me, one by one, my memories with Leslie fade from my memory. At first, I didn't realize it until I finally realized when the image of Leslie's face, which usually appeared in my memory more often than my own, slowly began to look blurry. I still remember that she was my girlfriend, but slowly but surely, all my memories are with her, none of which I remember. Besides, for some reason, my mind had an urge to stay away from Leslie. A desire to ignore her constantly appears in my mind. I would feel angry and irritated just by looking at her face. Hearing her voice makes me sick, and I always want to scold her. Everything she does and says annoys me. Even more so, when she kept throwing vague accusations at me, she forced me to tell her my problems even though I felt I had nothing to hide from her. My family matters. She already knew about it. I've been feeling a headache lately, I told her. I was getting annoyed when I saw her crying in front of me. My anger peaked when she accused me of kissing Leyna in my dorm room. An accusation I have no recollection of ever having made. That day, I was studying at the library with Leyna when the damn pain came back to my head. I had difficulty walking because I felt my body was frail, and at that time, Leyna offered to help me. Feeling that I had no other choice because, at that time, she was the only one I could ask for help, I finally asked her to help me walk to my dorm room. After that, I lay on my soft bed because I couldn't stand the pain. Maybe I fell asleep after that because I don't remember anything anymore. I remember suddenly, my room was boisterous, and I was getting annoyed when I saw that Leslie was the source of the chaos. She was fighting with Leyna and Carl, who usually didn't care about my business and suddenly got himself involved. Accusing me of having an affair with Leyna, then intimidating me by saying I always hurt Leslie. I was very emotional at that time. And that day, the word 'break up' almost came out of my mouth to Leslie. But strangely, unlike my mind that urged me to part with Leslie or with my itchy tongue wanting to say the word 'break up' to Leslie, my heart forbade me. I was baffled at the time, but ultimately, I chose to follow my heart. I didn't even say the word 'break up' to Leslie. But I still scolded her and told her to leave me. Yes, that's what I've been experiencing, and I feel. I often thought the reason I was dating Leslie must be because I loved her so much. It seemed impossible for me to date Leslie because I had to. But strangely, I don't feel the slightest love for Leslie. I wasn't even the tiniest bit irritated by her closeness to Carl. Even so, if I see Leslie in danger, somehow, my heart urges me to protect her, like when on the way to Leyna Mansion. When I saw Leslie, who was sleeping, I could have hit the car window because the road we were walking on was so wrong, my body tried to protect her by itself. When I saw Carl trying to bully her at the pool, I also felt this urge to stop him. I felt the peak when I was at the lake. My hand moved itself to hit Carl's face when I saw him almost kissing Leslie. I wonder if Carl wanted to kiss Leslie or if I needed to have understood then. My heart just told me to keep Carl away from Leslie. If other people might think I hit Carl because I was jealous of him, then the answer is NO. I have already said that I don't feel love for Leslie anymore since I lost all my memories with Leslie. All I felt for her was a feeling of discomfort, annoyance, and anger when I saw her. However, I could feel immense love in Leslie's eyes for me when she was looking at me. Her feelings of love for me made me curious to know the reason. That's why I asked her when she suddenly barged into my room at Leyna Mansion. I felt so guilty when I heard her say I was the only man she loved. I told her not to love me too much and made her realize that she has a beautiful face and can get any man she wants. I said all that because I didn't want to feel even more guilty for hurting her, even though my love for her disappeared along with our memories. But her answer back then once again made me feel guilty. Without a doubt, she said she just wanted to be with me. At that moment, my heart was touched, and for some reason, I wished I tried to recall our lost memories. However, it's not the memories I remember but the damn pain I get. It's always like that: whenever I'm having a serious talk with Leslie, whenever I'm trying to recollect our memories, and when I want to convince my mind of how much Leslie means to me, that ache in my head always attacks me. It finally made me give up trying to remember and made me hurt Leslie again. Looking at her tears, I knew my words had hurt her. Once again, I do not understand my situation. What happened to me? I do not understand it. Only memories with Leslie disappeared from my memory, while memories with other people I can still remember clearly. I still remember my memories with my family when I was a child. Everything related to Leslie disappeared from my memory as if it had been deliberately pulled from my head. The culmination of all the oddities in my body occurred when I tried to block Leyna, who was possessed, stopping her from attacking Leslie. Suddenly, my surroundings became pitch black, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was already in this place. I am figuring out what place this is. Here, there is nothing and no one else. There's only me in this pitch-dark place without light. Something pulled my leg tightly, dragging my feet slowly toward a gate. I need to find out what the entrance is. For sure, there is a dim light behind the gate. Little by little, something gripped my leg, pulling me closer to the gate. I don't know what will happen if I go through that gate. I feel only one thing: I don't want to go through that gate no matter what. Because of that, I tried to fight back. I struggled to try to free my feet from whatever was holding my feet because this darkness made me unable to see them. But whatever my efforts, all ended in vain. I couldn't get away from that grip. I couldn't even fight a bit when my legs kept pulling. I felt my body getting weaker and weaker as if my strength had been drained until, finally, all I could do was surrender to accept my fate. Maybe I was destined to pass through that gate. Whatever will happen to me, I'm ready to get it. When the gate was right in front of me, maybe only one or two more pulls remained, so it was sure that my body would pass through the gate suddenly, and the grip on my leg was released. There was no longer any force trying to pull me through the gate. What happened? This is the question that keeps going on in my mind. I looked around me. This place still looks pitch black. There isn't anything that I can see. Only the dim light behind the gate is all I can see with my eyes. I froze in place. I need clarification right now. What should I do? Should I still stand here waiting for the magic to return me to my world? Yes, I'm not in my world right now if you look at the circumstances around this place, which are terrible and strange, in my opinion. I'm in another world. That's what's on my mind. I thought maybe I should go through that gate. I need to find out what place is behind the gate. What is certain is the only place with light, even though it's only dim. But at least I can be freed from this darkness if I go to that place. I remained silent for a moment and kept thinking about what decision I should make. Still waiting for a miracle in this dark place or desperately going to the place behind the gate. When I finally decided to step through the gate because I couldn't stand being in this darkness any longer, suddenly I heard someone's voice accompanied by the appearance of a light shining brightly from behind me. "Sean, it's me. I'm right here. I'm always waiting for you here. Come here… come back to me." That's what whoever's voice said. I'm sure I know it's a woman's voice. A voice that sounded familiar to my ears. The voice of someone I have heard so many times. The voice of someone I miss so much, I feel that longing in my heart. And my heart is telling me to follow that voice for the umpteenth time. Finally, I undid my initial intention to walk through the gate. I turned my feet toward the brightly shining light. I steadied my footsteps, entering behind the bright sunlight. When I opened my eyes, I no longer saw the darkness. But the blinding bright light that comes from a lamp above my head. I blinked my eyes, adjusting to the light. I gasped when I felt pain in my wrist because a needle and IV line was stuck there. I also felt something covering my mouth and nose. What made me uncomfortable were some of the tools that were attached to my chest. I removed the object covering my nose and mouth and looked around me. Where am I now? That's the big question on my mind right now.