Ghosts of the Past

Once again, I had another dream. This time, I had another vision, like I was regaining a memory I had lost. I dreamed of a young woman, with short blue hair and blue eyes. We were standing in what looked like to be a castle kitchen. I heard a bell ding.

“Oh! It’s ready, K____!” said the woman.

I eagerly opened the oven, which was ginormous. Inside was two steaming pies, which looked like to be cherry. I took two oven mitts and pulled them out.

“Now, we have to wait for them to cool before we can try them” said the woman.

“How long, A___?” I asked.

The woman chuckled, and smiled.

“Not long.”

“A___?”

“Yes, K____?”

“Do you think, if V_____ wakes up, we can give him a piece? That is, if it turns out right.”

The woman’s smile turned into a beam.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, K____. I think he would like that.”

“Why do you think he went to sleep? Why did his loss of memory made his head hurt so bad?”

“I don’t know, K____. Master E______ didn’t tell me or T____ what was wrong with him. By the look on his face, it doesn’t sound good.”

Once again, I felt my chest tighten. I clutched it.

“Well, when he wakes up, I’m going to be his friend! That way, he won’t be sad anymore!”

The woman smiled, slightly sad. She sighed.

“Oh K____. Don’t ever change.”

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I couldn’t make out any of the names, only the first letters. I seriously begin to wonder if these were the memories of my past self, the one who had a heart, before they met their demise. The memories of my past self shouldn’t matter to me, since whoever I once was is dead. However, the curiosity is seriously eating away at me. If I get anymore dreams, I’m going to try to put the pieces together. Maybe they’ll explain why Roxas keeps appearing in my dreams as well…