Waltz through memory lane

I stayed behind from the school trip to Vietnam and had Saya go with her classmates. My head had done nothing but spin and show me images of a past I can't recognize. The halls would be stone rather than wood of what it is now. The pillars would be wrapped with ivy rather than being blank and cracked with age. The garden never existed, but a large vineyard used to stretch across the valley and litter the field with grapes of all kinds. I couldn't understand why I was seeing such things even while awake, but it has taken a great toll on my current mission. Even the room I was placed in looked nothing as it should. Rather, it was an office of sorts littered with papers I couldn't recognize and a desk with blank pictures placed on top the desk.
"Being in this school is driving me to madness."
Staying hidden in the church tower, I scanned the area around and saw girls heading to class and the headmistress making her rounds. As I watched her come inside the church it was a short time later I saw her again come out from the other end where the garden of blue roses was at. Watching her closely now and seeing her just looking around, she fixated her clothing and came back.
"Now why would you patrol over there," raising an eyebrow and waiting till the coast was entirely clear of her, I leaped down from the tower and jumped across to the garden and landed lightly. "What are you hiding here," looking around and seeing a gate leading down to something, I busted the lock and noticed the stairs leading down into a tunnel. "And where does this lead?" Taking another look around before jumping down into the depths, I landed steadily and touched the wall for balance.
The smell was musty. Gas fumes also filled the air and a ruckus was heard down a little further in the tunnel. Sneaking around the corner and finding the tunnel leading to a warehouse, I ducked behind some barrels and peeked over to find men loading trucks, and also a rather large crate. Not certain what the crate could be holding, looking at it made my pulse race and my heart thump loudly in my chest. The feeling was shocking, but I had to dismiss why until I gathered some information. Catching the sole objective of the mission, I found crates of wine.
"The wine…so they are distributing here." Seeing a rack full of bottles and managing to take one, I heard someone coming my way and jumped up to the rafters and hid myself till the workers passed. I hope this will be enough for David. I should probably get a better look at the crate and describe it to them as well.
Leaning a bit further to get a look at the crate, I could tell it was specially built to hold something inside. A locking mechanism was on the door. Pretty high security? As I inched closer I heard something—more so in my head rather than out—and I froze.
The sound reverberating through me made my balance falter. A crushing sense of guilt and pleasure filled my being before grasping the banister to regain balance. Short of breath, the feeling igniting something I've never felt before, my situation was dire here.
"Have to…get away…" biting my lower lip and getting the hell out of this place, I held onto the wine and ran through the tunnel and scaled the ladder quickly. Returning to the tower of the church and gasping for air as though underwater this entire time, I felt my body weakened. "Dammit…" resting against the wood and taking a few deep breaths, I rummaged for the cell phone given to me and called David.

What did you find? Immediately to the point, I told him of the wine, the warehouse and the crate being stored there. He asked for more details concerning the crate, so I gave him what I saw and he wanted to take action. Asking why the rush, he told me of Diva and what they knew and I sucked in a breath. I had found Diva. She was still sleeping inside her crate and I came across it. How long will Saya be gone for?

"Not much longer. The trip lasts for maybe half a day and then the ball begins tonight."

A ball? He fell silent but seemed to have come up with a plan. We will meet with you and Saya at the ball to infiltrate the warehouse. Will you two be ready by then?

"Yes." He confirmed the mission and hung up. "…now then…" staring up at the clear sky and trying to grasp what I've found, my head felt so heavy that it was hard to make any clear decisions. "Can I withstand this mission much further?" Asking an absurd question, I held tight to the wine and decided to open it and drink. The sensation of the wine going down my throat was pleasing and calming the fire within me. Like a sedative to my rampant emotions as of late, the wine was excellent. Taste and year had been done to perfection. Licking my lips and drinking the bottle without care, this was the calmest I've felt since coming here thanks to the alcohol's effects. "Guess I'm ready for the ball now." Laughing through my nose and leaving the empty bottle here, heading back down to the room I stayed in felt like lead weights placed around my ankles.

"Hey," my roommate, Elinor, dragged me out of bed forcefully. I had hoped to sleep soundly for a while before the ball and the mission that would take place, but apparently my roommate had other plans. "Tonight is the ball and I am not having you mope in this room any longer!" She dragged me over to her vanity and started washing my face. "Everyone has to attend, and I am not going to be responsible for not having you there." Fixing my hair up and doing whatever she wanted, I was fitted into one of her dresses that I found much too revealing for a young girl to even own. "Look," she spun me around and applied some foundation gently onto my face. "I don't know what's happening to you, I don't really want to know either, but the dance is special to everyone here. Saya received the blue rose from the phantom…the phantom could be at the dance and we are all looking forward to it."

"…why do you look forward to seeing the phantom when the girl he picks will never be seen again?" I asked her seriously.
She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror and fixed a stray hair. "It's romantic…" her eyes fluttering to the idle thoughts in her head, it was not so surprising that I would think she's an idiot. After a few more things attached to my hair and face with a silk shawl over my shoulders, she led me out of the room and towards her group of friends and we headed to the ballroom.

I thought at first this might not be so bad while walking to the ball. The girls beside me were giggling and wondering what kind of men would be dancing with them. My heart did feel all fuzzy thinking about how I looked, but after seeing my reflection a few times in the glass windows I could honestly say that I was pretty. And perhaps the wine was still in effect and I felt less tense about the ball and the mission at hand.

"Konella," one of the girls brought my attention to the rose garden and plucked one out. "This will complete the look you have," putting the rose in my hair and making sure it stayed, they awed at the work and grinned ear to ear and began placing small bets on who would get asked to dance first. Not really interested in the dancing and needing to find Saya to see what the plan was, we approached the large doors and had them opened for us and I drew in a breath.

The lights were beautifully done in hanging drapes and subtle soft colors to accentuate the atmosphere. Taking small steps forward and eyeing the people inside, many I did not recognize, it was by chance that I found Saya with her group of new friends.
"Sorry ladies, I will be leaving you all." They rebuked the idea of my leave, but none of them stopped me by force once I started walking towards Saya.
"Saya," calling out to her and getting close to have a look at her dress, it was a simple gown that suited her perfectly. "You look wonderful tonight," I complimented. Her blushing cheeks speaking for themselves and trying to compliment back, the room started filling up with chatter as someone whispered the phantom was here. Saya and I both looked for who it was but did not find the Chairman—which Saya informed me early on after her trip—and we both shook our heads. "Not going to be easy finding him here…" crossing my arms and thinking about this, she seemed distracted? "Are you listening to me?"

"Um," she pointed to something behind me and I turned around to see a very handsome man coming towards us. His hair was a golden blonde; wearing a white suit to match his fair skin and his light green eyes presenting themselves as mysterious to her, he approached without stopping until facing her with a kind smile.

"…." Stunned and somehow unable to speak, the man held out his hand with a small bow for her to take hold and the atmosphere of the room was silent.

"May I have this dance," holding out his hand still and feeling a sense of self emanating from him, I took his hand in mine and he pulled me gently onto the dance floor. The music began as a waltz and I fell into his step smoothly as if I've done it once before a hundred times. "Thank you," he spoke kindly into my ear and gave a reassuring smile.

"What do you mean," asking in a hushed tone, he chuckled and spun me around once before back into his arms. Our steps in tune with the sound of the violins playing and the cacophony of the others around slowly dulling away, it felt like it was just the two of us on the dance floor.

"The girls around here have been eyeing me like hounds. You were the only one I saw with no interest," looking at me without missing a beat to the song, I found myself wrapped in his charm and smiled. This idle chatter between us uplifting and somehow familiar.

"Be it a mishap, but if I did see you like they did I probably would have been staring just as hard as them." Finding it unlike me to say such things, it was just so easy to do so with him. His hand in mine and us dancing like this without care who was around felt so familiar to me. After another spin and twirling back into his arms, my vision flashed to a different scene around us and brought on a migraine so fierce I took in a sharp breath.

"Are you alright," he whispered into my ear and it felt like daggers stabbing through my brain. Biting down on my lip so I wouldn't let out a sound, he touched my chin and softly chided me. "You've always done this…if it hurts then say so." Brushing his cheek against mine to hide my face from everyone, my heart was beating rapidly to his touch and I could barely manage to breathe after what he said.

"I…do I...know you?" Whispering into his ear with a million questions going through me, his eyes on my own told me that it was more than just knowing me.
Skillfully leading me off the dance floor out to the garden, he plucked the red rose from my hair and undid the work Elinor put into my look and held my hair with his fingertips. We stood silently for a long while as he stroked my hair and gently smiled. I couldn't help my heart beating so fast to the point of hearing it outside my breast.

"Do I know you…?" Asking quietly once more, hoping for an answer, he brought his hand to my cheek once more and leaned close.

"It's like a dream seeing you again, Konella" he spoke my name with a rich voice that my heart thrummed to it. "Red is ravishing on you," he plucked the blue rose off his chest and placed it behind my ear and caressed my cheek. "But blue has always been my favorite color on you."

I couldn't explain the tears falling down my cheeks. As if I turned on some leaky faucet unable to turn off I tried to wipe the tears away without looking like a disaster of makeup all over my face. His hand stopped me and his other held my face to look at him.
"…I know you…?" My voice was so soft and filled with questions before he leaned towards me and gave a kiss to my forehead. The feeling erupting more images and forcing my eyes shut to keep the pain down. The scenery I've always dreamed of appeared briefly before his thumb pressed my lips and had me look back up to him.

"You and I have a remarkable past…" smiling as if he found someone lost to him, he kissed the back of my hand and knitted his brow to something not being there on my finger. "I will replace all that you have lost. Konella, Mon Amour, you've come back to me." My heart was thudding so fast now I could burst. Repeatedly I felt my head being tugged and squeezed by something and couldn't get out of it before my eyes started fading out and there was nothing for me to see or feel.