Emmet:
A yawn escaped my lips as I woke up in a completely unknown place. I could tell this was my home, and maybe it had always been this empty. I looked around feeling nothing. I remembered nothing, or maybe this was how I lived.
Maybe this is what the world was like. I woke every day with new memories. The world was only me.
I got out of bed and looked around, noticing how empty the walls were. Everything was just white, the walls, the bed, and the curtains too. Then I stepped into the hallway. It was a long hall, and after I crossed it there was a light. I went out and felt a cold wind against my face. It was odd.
"Do I always feel this way?" I asked myself. "Is it always this empty when I wake? Do I always question my memories and what I do here? Why do I exist?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in confusion.
For minutes I just lingered, staring at things with my hands in my pockets. It was cold, but a big black jacket gave me warmth. I ran my hand through my long hair and tied it in a man bun behind my head, casually staring at the sky.
An hour passed and I still didn’t know what to do. Should I return to where I came from? Is this how it works? Do I always go back to bed and then wake to a new day with nothing happening?
As I started back, I heard a little giggle from the side. I frowned, moved toward the sound, and peeked from behind a tree at the water. There sat a beautiful woman next to the water, running her hand through it and smiling, almost too happy to be there. I was confused.
Have I met her before? I wondered. Was the world just the two of us? It was so confusing, but I could not stop staring at her to learn about her.
When I approached, she suddenly stopped, and panicked, and then covered herself with her hands, and stepped away. Even fully clothed, she looked like she did not want to be seen.
"I’m so sorry. I did not mean to scare you," I said, raising my hand.
She slowly lowered her hands and formed a small, comfortable smile.
"It’s alright. I thought you were one of those people," she mumbled, her eyes full of fear.
"What people?" I asked. She sniffled just a little but I was so waiting for her response.
"The ones who are looking for me," she said, which confused me even more. There were more people than us?
"I’m so sorry. Do you live here?" I asked, pointing around.
"Yes." She looked at me. "Don’t you remember me?" she asked, smiling weakly. She had short hair and pretty eyes, but I couldn’t focus on their color. She felt vague to me, maybe I didn’t want to go too deep into it, or maybe I wasn’t attracted to her. She was beautiful, but she was all I had seen in the world.
"Are some people coming after you?" I asked.
"I have been running from them. I’m the princess of this world. You must have known about me. How come you don’t?" she asked.
I thought deeper. I was so wrong, the world had more people, but only a handful. She was our princess? I didn’t remember.
"I’m so sorry. Maybe I haven’t," I said. "I live in a quiet place," I added, pointing back toward the woods exit.
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