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~Fragments of Memories -D.M.W-~

The lightbulb seemed to glow brighter than last time. Otherwise, the room seemed unchanged from last time I remembered being conscious. Legato's music was still playing on the radio even after I had drifted away to that world. A soft and gentle tone to reflect the break of morning.
Something perplexed me however. What have I been doing all this time? So many questions remained in my head unanswered and there was no point to start on. Seemed like being placed into the middle of the maze without any sense of direction to lead me out. No help from him.
The faintest buzz of white noise came from the main room where everything was situated. Everything else was still where I left it - kitchen sink still clean and full of that lemon-fresh detergent; the small dining table littered with bits and crumbs of leftover foods dating back from God knows when; bathroom door ajar with the scent of various fragrances from beyond the shower doors.
The small television in the corner of the room was on, albeit with only static just on the screen. I wanted to just reach for the power button yet something drew me in. Something beyond the cover of the white fuzz and flickering blacks of the screen. All I could see now was just pure television static in my eyes.
Flicker, flash and buzz. Every second or so the static flashed an array of colours that almost resembled pictures. Yet I seem to somehow relate the pictures to something I cannot remember fully. Unanswered questions remain and now this is littering my brain with even more confusion.
SOMEONE SHOW ME WHAT I WANT!!!
The static dissipated into actual mist. Everything in my vision lost their colour and became slightly grainy. Almost like the old films being revisited in today's age. As the mist subsided, a little boy stood in the distance of a large field and on the opposite side a little girl stood facing him. Their eyes met and for a brief moment in which seemed like a lifetime, they both stood frozen while all the more longing to move to each other's arms.
I know her, and this large field we used to play in. But why can't I remember her name?
Instantly the field flickered back into static and the fuzz echoed within my head. Brief changes in the static kept changing every so often before it stopped on another vivid scene. Colour returned to my eyes yet it was very faint and I could sense that grainy feeling of nostalgia remaining.
The little boy held the little girl's hand firmly like they were both a couple before the altar. He was in his black suit with a small faint red bow tie while she was in a pearl white dress with floral embroidery detailed in every place that was pleasing to the eye. She was holding the basket of lilacs and roses, arranged in a neat alternating fashion that would draw attention the next loving couple in line. All the while he was holding her hand, covered in a laced white silk glove that seemed to wanted to envelop every inch of his hand.
They were standing behind the present bride and groom, just before the altar. Light has pierced through the stained glass windows and gently basked its rays onto the two couples.
"You are now bonded, together as one", the cathedral echoed just as the great Bible was gently closed.
The groom kissed his newly beloved wife in a state of blissful oblivion. All the while the little boy kissed the little girl on the cheek, short but sweetly. Everything froze for a moment, then the static came back to linger around my eyes again.
I kept wondering what had happened in my past. Why couldn't I remember these things before? Was it all forgotten when I became possessed by The Man? How did I get myself here in the first place?
TELL ME! WHAT DID I FORGET?!
The static broke apart again. Utter darkness just filled up every corner. I could tell, however, I wasn't alone. The sound of inane chatter filled the space - the anticipation in the air was just quickly driving the room into a state of anxiety. The spotlight appeared on the stage and the space went deadly silent. It was that girl, although a little older than the last scene, dressed in a flowing blue dress with a lily attached to it. Watching her from the side aisles, she produced a normal brown hand-crafted violin and prepared herself to play.
The notes coming from her violin came out slow but gradually become a well-crafted solo that would entice even the most ignorant person in the world. It held people on the edge of their seats, even if they were about to fall from them just to catch a glimpse at her magical playing. Her musical spirit just danced along the notes like it was a ballroom - her dress moved with the timing and rhythm so well that it was alive like running water. From the smooth pitches to the vigorous climax, it captured the audience completely.
The entire piece rang bells in my head yet this was the first time I could ever remember such music being played like this, ever. Thinking deeply, all I could think was that girl and... her. Could it be...?
Her song finishes and the audience burst out with a large applause. There were cries for an encore and the floor shook with the sheer enjoyment it brought everyone. However, the girl did not show any emotion but a small smile to a certain someone. I quickly ran up onto the stage to see who she had her sight on.
My mind blanked out for a split second. Everything else blacked out. All I could see was the girl on the stage and the boy, sitting among the watching audience. He had watched her every move, as though she was playing at his heart strings. Everything faded to a gentle quietness now. She mouthed words at him and he did the same. They both stayed as they were in stillness after that - everything did the same.
I closed my eyes to think about everything I could think of up to his point. That person wanted to awaken me. He wanted to show me what I have missed on. He wanted me to find my true identity. Why all these messages? Why all these... visions?
Deep breathing and the darkness seemed to calm my nerves for a short period before static was brought to my other remaining senses.
Do I really want to open my eyes?