Chapter 2
Laguna silently shuts the door on the way out of the room, he beckons to Kiros and Ward to follow him. Slightly rushing down the hall and opens the door to the library he ushers them in, closing the door after them with a sharp click. Kiros is the first to speak.
"Who is she Laguna? Where did she come from?"
"I have no idea who she is and neither does she. As for where she's from I don't have the answer to that question. I found her in the park."
"You found her! Why in the world did you bring her here. You can't expect to keep her, like some lost puppy!" Kiros exclaimed.
"……!"
"Ward, seconds me on this, Laguna."
"Clam down, I'm not going to keep her, whatever gave you that idea, I'm only going to help her get her memory back." Laguna stated perfectly reasonably.
"And where will this girl be standing while you help her get her memory back?" Kiros put forth.
"Here."
"President Loire, I can not in all good faith al…"
Kiros was cut off as Laguna spoke.
"That's why I brought you here. I need to speak with you, she must not know that I'm the president. It would only upset her and I don't want her to fell awkward around me just because I'm the president."
"Laguna you are the president of Estar, can you really hope to keep that little fact a secret from her!"
"No, of course I don't. I realize that she will have to be told, but I don't want her told now. I want to tell her when she's ready, when she can handle being told."
Ward and Kiros exchanged a look that spoke volumes, one in which Laguna unforturely miss.
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The girl lifted a hand slowly placing it over her eyes. Squinting through her fingers she tested the amount of light in the room. Finding it light enough to see but not blinding, she removed her hand and opened both eyes. She found that the pounding inside her head had gone down to a bearable level. The girl lay back on the bed, trying to connect her thoughts, true her body felt better but her mind was like a huge tangle d ball of thread. She lifted a hand to her face slowly tracing the outline with her eyes. She brought it to her face, it was then that the thought shook her. She couldn't remember what she looked like. The overwhelming need to know, guided her to swing her legs out from under to warm covers to rest lightly on the soft of the carpet, standing on wobbly legs. Stuffing her way to the bathroom using the bed, chairs and the walls, as means of support. Finding the light she flipped it on , glancing up into the wide eyes of the girl before her. Dark brown hair, slightly flipped up at the ends, a large bandages is whapped around her head, the stark white of it upsets the dark of her hair. Her eyes moves on, down to the large green eyes set in a pale face, a straight nose with average lips. She rises a hand slowly and gently touches her cold cheek, than lifts her other hand and lays it over her hand in the mirror. She wiggles her nose, and watches in delight as her mirror images does the same.
This is me…but who am I?
Green eyes cloud with confusion at this thought. Her hand that still on her cheek moves to the back of her head. She slowly circles the large bump at the back of her skull, and with an gasp quickly withdraws it when it wanders in to close to the gash in the center. Dizziness over comes her with the quick movement causing her to tilt to the side. Catching herself on the edge of the sink, she slowly lets herself drift to the floor. Resting her aching head on her benden knees. She closes her eyes.
She doesn't hear someone open the door to the room or walk over to the bed, only to stop sharply when they realize that it was empty.
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