It was all a lie. I should have known. No, I knew all along. Deluding myself into this false reality brought destruction. I realised that too late. Now I’m suffering the consequences, but if I regressed in time, I would repeat the same mistakes. Over and over again and if you were me, you would too.
“It is time to wake up, Sir.” I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at an astoundingly beautiful person. She, no maybe he? They were dark-skinned and wore a black suit jacket and black trousers with a white collared dress shirt, a purple necktie, and black dress shoes. Their white hair was braided into box braids with curly strands flowing freely into it. Their face was extremely feminine with long white eyelashes and their upper lip was black while the lower one was pure white. The most beautiful feature that they had was their eyes, which were a deep purple. And their bodies were equally beautiful. Their arms looked like they could crush me any moment and their thighs were bigger than my head.
“If it is important to Sir, then you may assign a gender to me.” They expressed bows. My eyes widened as I noticed how their kind-sounding voices were echoing in my head. “There is no need to be concerned, Sir. I am merely letting you hear my thoughts.” This was the most shocking morning I ever had and…the only one? “You do not have a single memory of your past, Sir,” they confirmed. The more I tried to think of my past, the more my head started hurting as if it was telling me that I was better off without it.”, Sir seems to be calmer than most, so I will be giving access to your voice and body back.” They said, calmly tapping my head three times. Which made me notice their long purple nails. There is a colour theme going on here.
“The headache is gone?” I said, puzzled. “That is rather unusual. The Sir shouldn’t have been able to feel anything at all.” They smiled at me before completely disappearing from my sight.
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