She was so familiar. Why, he did not know. It was one of those things that made old memories stir, the memories of his past that had been pushed far into the back of his mind. They came back to him sometimes, but they were so very hazy, and they meant absolutely nothing to him in this state of warped insanity. But it still bothered him that the woman in blue, who he had never met once in his life, felt so close and so familiar to him. She didn't seem to recognize him either. She only glanced at him once and a while for an analysis and even then it was a blank, emotionless look. It shouldn't bother him so much, but it did, and deep inside of him, he wanted her to remember him. He wanted it more than anything for some sign of recognition to flit across her eyes; for her to come to him and say, "I remember you, Ghirahim." It hurt him that she didn't. But how could someone he never knew have so much impact on him? It was frustrating, even more so because he could not reach her. She was foreign and belonged to a different place, a place forbidden for him to explore and investigate. And he hated her for it. He hated her with all of his black, shriveled heart and loathed her existence which caused him pain and confusion. He couldn't do a thing about the mysterious woman or his feelings about her. All he could do was focus on his quest and try to ignore it. But the thoughts of her and the cloudy memories still nagged at the back of his mind and he found out how hard it was to simply ignore them. The woman in blue still haunted his brain like a ghost that would never leave.
