Olivia opened her eyes slowly. Her breaths were short, as if she had just finished running a long distance.
Her hands were still shaking violently, gripping the edge of the porcelain sink that felt freezing cold.
She looked at her reflection in the steamed-up bathroom mirror. The same face. The same eyes.
Yet, for some excruciating seconds, she felt like the woman in the mirror was a stranger. It was as if she were looking at someone she had once known in a dream, but she could not put a name to the face.
"Why..." she whispered softly, her voice nearly lost in the hum of the fluorescent light above.
"Why do I feel like something is missing?"
She closed her eyes, letting the scattered memories crash into her mind like a massive wave. She began to connect the dots she had ignored all this time.
The dream about the silver-haired man that grew more vivid every day. The strange feeling, as if there was a "switch" in her heart that flipped whenever she heard certain words.
