Shadow of the past

I woke up restless and tensed. The vision I had in my sleep felt like entering someone's memories, as if someone had allowed me to see glimpses of their past. I wondered if it was real. It felt real. It was almost as if I traveled through space and time to witness the moment Estelle met Ash. Although, I couldn't say that I was comfortable watching the two of them... I wondered why I was forced to see it. Was it because I was curious about her before I fell asleep? Well, the problem was, now I had even more questions than I had before.

I spent a lot of time in the shower, trying to wash off all the lingering anxieties, but it didn't help. Especially the way Ash looked in that vision at Estelle, which engraved itself in my mind and sent me wave after wave of sourness. Perhaps the reason why I felt this way was that when Ash noticed me, I foolishly assumed that he treated me special, that I was someone unique to him. Now I couldn't shake off the feeling that I could have been yet another