Chapter 66– Pieces of Herself
The mansion slowly became quieter over the next few days.
Not empty quiet.
Comfortable quiet.
The kind built from shared routines.
Soft footsteps.
Late-night tea.
People existing around each other without forcing words.
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JJ stayed mostly inside.
Partly because of weakness.
Partly because her body tired frighteningly fast now.
Some mornings she woke up okay.
Some mornings even walking to the balcony felt exhausting.
And nobody missed how she secretly tried hiding it.
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But despite everything—
life slowly began forming around her again.
Tiny moments.
Tiny habits.
Tiny pieces of herself returning unknowingly.
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The first victim of this was Rhys.
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"NO, YOU CHEATED."
"I literally did not."
"You blink suspiciously while playing cards."
"That is not a crime."
"It SHOULD be."
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JJ stared at her cards dramatically from across the living room carpet while Rhys looked personally betrayed by her existence.
Care walked past carrying medicines.
Paused.
"…why are both of you sitting on the floor like unemployed people?"
Rhys pointed accusingly at JJ.
"She's hustling me financially."
JJ looked offended.
"I won fairly."
"You hid cards under your sleeve!"
"That was strategy."
"That was illegal!"
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And for the first time in days—
Care heard genuine laughter leave JJ's mouth.
Not forced.
Not weak.
Real.
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It froze her for a second.
Because there she was.
Their JJ.
Still hidden somewhere underneath the missing memories and sickness.
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Meanwhile—
upstairs in the library—
Lyra sat curled near the massive window reading quietly while Alex worked beside her with papers scattered around.
Rain tapped softly against the glass.
The entire atmosphere looked ridiculously peaceful.
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Lyra suddenly glanced up from her book.
"…you've been staring at the same page for ten minutes."
Alex didn't even look embarrassed.
"You're distracting."
She smiled faintly immediately.
"That's not my problem."
"It literally is."
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Then softly—
Alex reached over and fixed the blanket slipping from her shoulder.
Tiny gesture.
Natural.
Automatic.
And somehow it made Lyra look at him like her whole chest hurt quietly.
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From the doorway—
JJ watched silently.
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Something warm touched her heart unexpectedly.
A strange feeling.
Like longing.
Like she had once looked at someone that way too.
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But before she could think harder—
sharp dizziness hit suddenly.
Her body swayed slightly.
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Care immediately appeared beside her.
Supporting her carefully before she could fall.
"Easy."
JJ pressed fingers against her temple weakly.
"…head hurts again."
"I know."
Care's voice softened immediately.
"Sit first."
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JJ hated this part.
Hated feeling weak.
Hated people worrying every time she stood too fast.
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Care handed her medicines quietly.
JJ looked offended instantly.
"This many pills should legally count as murder."
"You said the same thing yesterday."
"Because it remains true."
"Drink."
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JJ dramatically narrowed her eyes before swallowing the medicines anyway.
Care shook her head.
"You complain like an old grandmother."
JJ pointed weakly.
"And you sound like an angry nurse auntie."
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Care froze slightly.
Then laughed unexpectedly.
Because that—
that sounded EXACTLY like old JJ.
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Not just the words.
The tone.
The chaos.
The bratty affection hidden inside insults.
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JJ blinked seeing Care suddenly emotional.
"…did I say something wrong?"
Care immediately looked away.
"No."
But her voice cracked slightly anyway.
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Because it hurt beautifully.
The girl in front of her remembered nothing—
yet her soul still behaved the same.
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That evening—
Rhys nearly screamed from the pantry.
"WHO STOLE MY CHIPS?!"
Silence.
Then slowly—
everyone looked toward JJ sitting innocently on the kitchen counter chewing suspiciously.
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JJ blinked.
"What?"
Rhys pointed dramatically.
"THIEF."
"You left them unattended."
"That does not make robbery legal!"
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Cole quietly walked into the kitchen midway through the argument.
Paused.
Saw JJ holding stolen snacks while arguing confidently.
And for the first time in days—
the corner of his mouth twitched faintly upward.
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Because this matched the letters.
The JJ everyone described.
Loud.
Meddling.
Chaotic.
Alive.
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JJ noticed him watching.
Then immediately pointed at Rhys.
"He's emotionally unstable over chips."
Rhys gasped.
"SHE'S GASLIGHTING ME IN MY OWN HOUSE."
Cole calmly opened another cabinet.
"There are six more packets."
Rhys froze.
"…oh."
Then immediately: "I forgive everyone here."
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JJ laughed again.
Soft.
Bright.
And the entire room unconsciously relaxed hearing it.
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Later that night—
Lyra found JJ asleep in the library.
Curled sideways on the couch.
A book resting against her chest.
Blanket half fallen onto the floor.
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Lyra stared quietly for a second.
Because even this—
even the way she slept—
felt familiar from their letters.
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Then she noticed something else.
JJ had unconsciously wrapped herself in a black hoodie while sleeping.
Holding it close instinctively.
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Lyra recognized immediately it wasn't theirs.
Not from India.
Not from the mansion.
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And suddenly—
her chest hurt.
Because somewhere across oceans—
there was probably a boy breaking apart missing the girl currently sleeping here without even remembering his name.
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Alex quietly approached beside her.
Then softly picked the fallen blanket up and covered JJ properly.
Neither spoke for a while.
Just watching her sleep peacefully for once.
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Then quietly—
Lyra whispered:
"…she still feels like herself."
Alex nodded once.
"Yeah."
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Downstairs—
Cole stood alone near the balcony overlooking the forest.
Silent.
Thinking.
Watching distant lights through the trees.
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And behind him—
Care quietly noticed something strange again.
On the table near him—
lay several old medical documents.
Ancient treatment texts.
Neurological studies.
CJD research.
And one paper written partly in Sanskrit.
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Care's eyes narrowed slightly.
Because this wasn't normal preparation anymore.
This looked personal.
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But before she could read properly—
Cole closed the file calmly.
Looking toward her without expression.
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For a second—
something unreadable passed between them.
Suspicion.
Secrets.
Questions.
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Then Cole simply said:
"She should sleep properly tonight."
And walked away.
Leaving Care standing there with one growing realization inside her chest:
Cole knew far more about JJ's illness than he was admitting.
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After a week.
Hope Feels Terrifying Too.
Something changed after the first week.
Tiny at first.
Almost invisible.
But everyone noticed eventually.
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JJ stopped stumbling as much.
The dizziness still came sometimes—
but not every hour now.
Not every time she stood up.
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And the nosebleeds—
became rarer.
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Care noticed it first during breakfast.
JJ was sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter stealing strawberries directly from the bowl while Rhys yelled dramatically nearby.
Normal chaos.
Until suddenly—
Care realized something.
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JJ had been awake for nearly four hours already.
Without collapsing.
Without holding her head.
Without looking exhausted.
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Care froze mid-step slightly.
Watching carefully.
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JJ noticed immediately.
"…why are you staring at me like I murdered someone?"
Rhys answered before Care could.
"To be fair you do look capable."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
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Care quietly moved closer anyway.
Then touched JJ's forehead instinctively.
JJ blinked.
"…am I dying again?"
"You joke too much."
"You panic too much."
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But Care's eyes had already softened.
Because JJ's skin no longer looked frighteningly pale today.
There was actual color returning slowly.
Tiny.
But real.
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That same afternoon—
JJ walked through the garden alone for the first time.
Slowly.
Carefully.
But without needing support.
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The forest wind moved softly through the trees.
Bird sounds echoing nearby.
Sunlight filtering through leaves.
Peaceful.
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JJ stopped near the herbal plantation quietly.
Watching butterflies move between flowers.
And for the first time in months—
her chest didn't feel unbearably heavy.
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She could breathe properly today.
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From the balcony above—
Cole watched silently.
Arms crossed loosely.
Expression unreadable.
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But his eyes followed every movement carefully.
Observing.
Calculating almost.
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Then softly—
behind him—
Alex spoke quietly.
"She's improving."
Cole didn't answer immediately.
Still watching JJ below.
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"…yes."
One word.
Calm.
But something emotional still hid underneath it.
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Alex leaned lightly against the balcony railing.
"You expected this?"
A pause.
Then:
"I hoped."
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Down in the garden—
JJ suddenly looked upward toward them.
Then narrowed her eyes dramatically.
"WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU STARING LIKE VILLAINS IN A HISTORICAL DRAMA?"
Alex actually laughed unexpectedly.
Cole looked away slightly.
Almost hiding a smile.
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Yep.
Still JJ.
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Meanwhile—
inside the library—
Lyra sat reading peacefully until suddenly someone collapsed beside her dramatically onto the couch.
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JJ.
Holding three snack packets proudly.
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Lyra stared.
"…where did you get those?"
"Black market."
"You stole from Rhys again?"
"He lacks survival instincts."
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Right on cue—
a scream echoed from downstairs.
"MY OREOS!"
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Lyra burst out laughing finally.
Real laughter.
The kind she hadn't felt properly since the hospital.
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Then she noticed something else.
JJ was laughing too.
Without force.
Without exhaustion immediately following.
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And suddenly—
Lyra's eyes became emotional quietly.
Because for days they feared every improvement would disappear overnight.
But now—
hope was starting to exist again.
Tiny.
Fragile.
Dangerous.
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That night—
Care checked JJ's vitals again carefully.
Pulse steadier.
Coordination slightly better.
Even the tremors had reduced.
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JJ watched her nervously from the bed.
"…why do you look scared instead of happy?"
Care stopped writing briefly.
Because honestly?
She didn't know.
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Maybe because hope after grief felt terrifying.
Like fate might snatch it away again if they trusted it too much.
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Finally she answered softly:
"Because you're improving."
JJ blinked slowly.
"…that's good though."
"Yes."
Care's voice cracked slightly anyway.
"It is."
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Silence settled briefly between them.
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Then quietly—
JJ asked:
"Was I really… that sick before?"
Care looked down immediately.
Pain flashing through her face.
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Because JJ didn't remember.
Didn't remember collapsing.
Didn't remember disappearing to die alone.
Didn't remember people breaking apart because they loved her.
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So Care only answered gently:
"…yes."
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JJ looked toward the window afterward silently.
Thinking.
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"…then why does everyone here look at me like they're scared I'll disappear?"
Care froze.
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Because even without memories—
JJ still noticed everything.
Always.
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Before Care could answer—
JJ suddenly smiled faintly.
Small.
Soft.
"But thank you for being scared anyway."
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Care almost cried right there.
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Later that night—
everyone gathered in the living room again.
Rhys teaching JJ card tricks terribly.
Lyra reading while half leaning against Alex.
Care organizing medicines nearby.
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And for the first time since JJ arrived—
the mansion genuinely felt alive.
Warm.
Messy.
Human.
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Then suddenly—
JJ stood up dramatically holding chips like a trophy.
"I HAVE WON AGAINST BALDNESS."
Rhys blinked.
"…what?"
JJ pointed at his hair.
"You stress too much. Your hairline will surrender by thirty."
"THIS IS PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE."
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Everyone laughed immediately.
Even Cole this time.
Actually laughed softly.
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And the moment froze quietly afterward.
Because all of them realized the same thing at once:
She still sounded exactly like herself.
Same chaos.
Same warmth.
Same ridiculous energy.
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Even without memories—
Jasper Jean Mariano was still there.