In Place of Losing My Memory, I Remembered That I Was the Fiancée of the Capture Target - Chapter 1.5
“Sister, are you okay?”
Theodore laid me on the bed and put his hand on my forehead.
“Ah, your fever has risen this much…I knew I shouldn’t have let you see him.”
“I’m okay.”
“There’s no way you’re okay.”
Theodore sighed.
“That guy… he touched my sister.”
“Um… am I… really… on bad terms with Patrick-sama?[1]”
I didn’t think so, seeing the way he had behaved earlier.
“It’s true. You can ask father and the others.”
“But… he was kind.”
“Don’t trust that guy.”
His eyebrows furrowed, and Theodore looked into my face.
“Acted like that suddenly. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but it’s dangerous if you let him get into you.”
”Dangerous…?”
He didn’t look like that kind of person to me.
He usually pretends to be cool, but he’s actually really lonely…and…and…and..
Ah, there it is again.
It feels distant…is this my memory?
Why do I think I know Patrick when I can’t remember myself?
It seems like this memory in me isn’t Alexia’s… who exactly does it belong to?
“Are you in pain?”
Theodore’s face looks worried.
“I think I’m getting sleepy…”
My mind is foggy with fever and memories of someone else I don’t even know.
“You must be tired,” he said. Good night.”
A hand caressing his head feels good.
“Hey, Xia,” he said, just before he fell asleep.
Just before I fell asleep, I felt something soft touch my cheek.
“Are you playing that game?”
“I’m playing it! I managed to conquer Patrick!
“Oh, congratulations!”
“But I’m a little bothered by the happy ending.”
“Right. I’m sure it’s going to be hard afterwards.”
“Anyway, how about you? —“
“I’m trying to get to the last black-hearted prince, but it’s really hard.”
“Ah it seems like it. I mean, all three of them are difficult, and their personalities are a bit of a pain in the ass, aren’t they?
“I think it’s too complicated.”
“It’s mentally exhausting, so I played another sweet game during the game to take a break.”
“Ah, I understand. It’s not sweet enough. If you open your heart, you’ll fall in love, but that’s the hard part.”
“Really. Liam almost broke my heart many times, and Patrick… “
I opened my eyes and saw a white ceiling.
The orange tinted walls…it is already dusk.
…The dream I was having just now… was it a memory from the past?
I was talking to a girl.
Two people, dressed in dark blue, same shape outfit, holding a square, thin, small box-like object in their hands.
There was something drawn on the box…
I think that was…
“A smartphone?”
I tilt my head after saying it.
A smart phone…I feel like I know about it, but what was it?
And that girl…I think I know her.
Her name is…I think…
“I can’t…remember.”
The more I try to search, the further away my memory goes.
But I know that neither the dream nor this memory belongs to Alexia.
The black-haired one in the dream…was that me?
Who am I, with my mysterious memories?
Translator Notes:
1. A respectful honorific for individuals of a higher rank than oneself.?