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I returned to the room after Saga left… whoever he is. I embraced myself in the childlike attitude of having lost its mother, or perhaps it would be more correct: losing my sanity. I held my head, and then lay on my side, curled up like a child.
I remembered everything, right after the strange memories pulled me from reality the moment… after I injured Saga's shoulder. I remember how Hugo took me by force using a boy named Arga. I remember how the man with the scars threatened Arga with a gun so that I had to go with him.
I also remember about… I closed my eyes, tried to say that one word. it felt very heavy even if only in my heart.
Dad.
Only foster father, but I remember how much I love him.
Then, Mom.
I cried, really cried. I clenched my hands so tightly that my nails that weren't too long hurt my palms.
I killed her.
Tears flowed down profusely and I sobbed for a full few minutes. However, suddenly my c
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