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A Clockwork Affair | Chapter Four

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I was dreaming of Alessa.

We were standing in a field, and she was running to me while calling my name, a smile spread across her beautiful face. A face I thought I would never see again. I opened my arms to receive her, when suddenly Alessa was gone. Ashelia took her place, only Ashelia wasn’t smiling – she was crying.

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A Clockwork Affair | Chapter Three

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~Ashelia’s POV~

I had never been happier with my life. At least, I didn’t think so. Granted, I couldn’t remember anything about my life, but surely, it couldn’t have been better than it was now. Obviously if I had lead a happy, meaningful life full of love and laughter, someone would have come to find me and claim me, wouldn’t they? That’s how I looked at it. So maybe my accident wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Because I was happy, and I didn’t want anything to change.

I liked the house I stayed in, and I liked the hobbies I had picked up. Painting was the best feeling in the world, and I loved to learn. Thankfully, my savior – and housemate – was very accommodating when it came to everything I was interested in.

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A Clockwork Affair | Chapter Two

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I awoke the next morning and got dressed as I normally did. A part of me wondered if the previous night had all been a dream; a hallucination brought on by my lack of sleep and my jumbled mind. But the realistic part of me knew I was grasping for straws. I remembered it all too well; the feeling of unnatural wrongness still clung to my skin like perfume.

I knew I had to face it eventually. On my way out of the bedroom, I stopped and stared at the door that lead to that room. I remembered the day I installed the door with my very own hands, because the room it lead to held such promise and happiness for me. For us.

I shook my head to clear it. I had bigger things to think about now.

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