Rule 3: When Someone Says, "I Love You," Be Suspicious
Saharey's POV:
I frown at the dead-end of rose-covered hedges.
"Not good, not good at all," I mutter to myself. "Being lost in a maze is bad. Being lost in a maze and having no idea what waits for you at the exit is just plain ridiculous though."
I turn around and resume my wandering. You see, I have a photographic memory, meaning I can remember everything anyone's ever said to me, everything that's happened me since my life began. I can tell when something is bothering someone, and I'll, more likely then not, be able to tell what it is that's bothering them.
But that's what's bugging me right now. I can't remember how I got in this maze. Heck, I don't even remember what this maze is, but the thing is, I'm not sure if I should. All I know is, if I've forgotten something, there's something wrong.
"SAHAREY!" I hear a voice yell from behind me right before I am tackled to ground. I wince in pain from the contact of the solid ground against my scar-covered back.
"P-Pain..." I mutter quietly. The person seems to understand and quickly gets off of me.
"I'm so sorry, my pet! There's nothing to fret!" the person (who I can tell is a man) swiftly extends his hand to help me up.
I gently take it, unsteadily getting up. I look at the man, noting his pure white locks and pure ruby eyes hidden behind spectacles, his brown, clock-patterned pants, and his red gingham jacket. I also notice he looks a lot like...
Flashback
"Sister!" Peter yelled as he ran up to me, his glasses falling off the bridge of his nose. I turned to face him, a light smile on my tired face.
"Hey Peter, how are you?" I asked as he stopped in front of me. His pale blonde locks were strewn wildly around his face.
"I'm great now that I'm with you Sister!" Peter said cheerfully.
I rolled my eyes at this remark.
"Only you could get away with a cheesy comment like that, Peter," I said, my smile never leaving my face.
He giggles quietly. "I know that, Sister! I can get away with it because I love you!"
"In what way do you love me?" I asked curiously.
"In a romantic way of course!" Peter said happily. "And I, Peter White Bear, will get you to love me if it's the last thing I do!"
End of Flashback?
"-arey? Saharey?" the man says, his hand moving back in front of my face.
"Huh?" I mutter, coming back to reality.
"Oh, my love, you had me so worried!" the man hugs me tightly.
Wait...Did he just call me his love?
"I'm sorry?" I ask.
"Oh, no need to apoligize my dear Saharey!" the man exclaims.
Now that I think about it, I don't remember telling him my name either.
"Um...sir?" I mutter.
"Yes my dear?" the man asks.
"How do you know my name?" I implore.
"Because I love you my dear Saharey!" the man says.
My eyes widen. This man loves me...I don't even know him! I've never even met him before!
"Oh! I've forgotten to introduce myself! My name is Peter White," Peter says cheerfully.
