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You wake up, back in the warm, beautiful room, laying beside your lover from your former life, and now this one. She’s still fast asleep, peaceful as she sleeps, just as beautiful as she is when she's conscious.
You start thinking, trying to find your old memories, trying to find anything, but nothing comes, not even of Bela. It isn't fair that it seems as if you’ve been in this exact spot with her, but you can’t remember, god, how you could wish you could just remember. Maybe Bela can share some memories she has of you before.
You glance at her, just as her eyes flutter open, taking in the sunlight from the window, the still lit fireplace, and you. She stares into your eyes, as do you. She snapped out of the trance, then pulled you closer to her, where her face was engulfed into your hair. She took a deep breath, then stretched and got up. “I still have your old clothes here, if you would like to wear them” instead of just letting out a groan, this time you finally make out a word, “yeah, okay” you said, both of you surprised, and glad. She gives you a soft, reassuring smile, reminding you that you just need time, then you’ll remember.
She rummages through the closet in the corner of the room, and sets a pair of black dress pants, red button down shirt, grey corset waistcoat with faint black flower sewn detailing, and a pair of black heeled boots beside you on the bed. “You can go change in the bathroom, I’ll get ready out here”. Bela said as she kissed your forehead.
You got up, brought your clothes into the bathroom and changed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, starting to remember what you looked like, your once light blue eyes, now a piercing gold color, the same as Bela’s. You continue to stare at yourself, you seem paler, almost a ghostly white, but everything else you remember is the same. As you leave the bathroom you're interrupted by the door swinging open, followed by a swarm of flies charging into the room. The swarm shifts back into two cloaked women, one with orange-red hair, the other jet black.
The two run towards you near the bathroom, and pull you into a hug. The embracement causes your memories to come flooding back to you, remembering that these two are Bela's younger sisters, Cassandra and Daniela. You remember how they set up dates for Bela and you, mostly Daniela. She was excited to help a romance bloom, with help from all the romance novels she loves to read. “Oh my god, Laura! We thought you died!” Daniela exclaims, Bela chimes in “Well, technically she did die, I had to bring her back by implanting her with a cadou, I apologize, I should have told you guys…” She trails off and looks back to the vanity, and continues to finish off her makeup. “Oh come on, you were grieving, you may try to act stern and emotionless, but we understand why you didn't talk to us, or anyone, it's all fine.” Cassandra says. While all the girls are different, you remember how much they care about each other, and know one another so well. Bela pauses for a moment, but doesn't reply.
That reminds you of the first few months you worked at the castle, and when the girls would interrupt you in the kitchen, Bela would be the most quiet, but always watching you with her bright, gold eyes. Those eyes seemed to deceive the look she was trying to give, her attempt to be intimidating was ruined by the soft, almost loving look she tried to hide when she looked at you. The same she's giving her sisters, as she's walking over to you three, “Sorry guys, but I’m kicking you out, meet you in the library later?” The younger girls nod, and giggle to each other on their way out. Bela comes closer to you, and gently places her hands on your hips, your nose filled with her perfume, you put your arms around her neck and pull her face in for a kiss, you've missed this, both of you have. You have each yearned to hold one another, to embrace each other like you had before. And now, for eternity, you couldn't imagine what life was like before you had met, Bela is your entire world, and you are hers.