The Naughty kind of boyfriend

Freya looked at Gatsby, with so much surprised on her face. For years she has seen him as a brother she can rely on, but now he is telling her, he is not her brother.

"You...you saved me from a burning house?" Freya asked, looking surprised.

"Yes I did Freya. You got traumatized by what happened to you, and that's why you couldn't remember who you were"

"How...how on earth did you save me, and what were you doing there that day?" She asked.

Gatsby sighs. "Look at me Freya, don't I look familiar to you?" He asked with sad eyes, and Freya looked at him, confusedly.

"I used to live close to your house" He said

"My...house?" Freya stuttered.

"Yes Freya. I and my mom recently moved to Russia, ten years ago, so we both resided in a house close to yours. You were living with your brother back then, and it seems like it was just the both of you, who stayed together" Gatsby said.

*Brother, I want pizza*

*Brother, my feet hurts*

*Brother, I am hungry*

Freya could hear her little voice back then