Chapter 32: Take Her Away (3)

Although Dahlia wanted Jasmine to take her to school, the latter was still unwilling to meet anyone before knowing what was happening with her so she made excuses. In the end, Harry left the house with the reluctant Dahlia while Sophie tidied up.

She went back to her room to get ready for work only to find Jasmine sitting on the chair in front of the vanity.

She pressed a hand against the left side of her chest to still her startled heart. "Honey, why are you here?"

Jasmine initially had her back to her mother. When she saw her through the mirror, she turned slowly to face her. "Mother, you made Dahlia forget what happened four days ago in my room."

Sophie moved to sit on the bed. "Yes, I did."

"Aren't you honest." Jasmine smiled slightly as she looked into her eyes. "What about me?"

"What about you, honey?" Sophie did not comprehend her unclear question.

Jasmine stood and closed the distance between them. "Have you ever done that to me before?"

"No." Sophie shook her head indifferently. "I did it to Dahlia because I had to. She is too young…"

"I see." Jasmine ignored the fact that her mother's explanation was incomplete. "But when you and father told me what you did, I tried to think back to my childhood and realized that huge parts are missing."

Sophie looked alarmed for an instance before her gentle expression returned. "You were a child, Jasmine. You cannot remember everything that happened everyday. Heck, you can't even remember everything that happened in the past year unless someone or something reminds you of it."

What she said was reasonable, but Jasmine didn't look in the slightest bit convinced. "I don't remember anything that happened in my teenage years. Not even a single snippet."

"What? How could that be?" Sophie was genuinely shocked this time.

"It's as though I simply existed as an adult." She took a deep breath. "If I didn't see my childhood on Dairon's wall of memories, I might have assumed that I didn't ever exist as a child."

Sophie pulled her into her arms. "Do you at least remember when Dahlia was born and you finally became a sister? It was the happiest day of your life."

Jasmine tried to think about it. Just like her childhood, she had no memory of Dahlia's childhood either. All she knew was that she loved her sister more than anything and that they had shared wonderful memories—but she couldn't point out any of those memories.

When she shook her head, Sophie hugged her to hide the pained look in her eyes. She smiled as she patted her back. "Don't worry about it. You must be distressed which is why everything seems muddled."

Jasmine nodded, but when she pulled away, she asked, "What about you? Why aren't you asking me anything?"

Sophie immediately knew what she was asking about. The truth was she didn't ask because she was afraid of what would happen if she did. What if Jasmine went out looking for answers and her worst fears came true? Her daughter was her life. The last thing she wanted was to lose her.

Jasmine saw the turmoil of emotions in her mother's eyes and chose not to ask anymore.

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"I'll keep myself busy for a moment." She got up to go back to her own room.

"Jasmine," Sophie gently called. When the latter turned, she hugged her tightly.

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Jasmine arranged all the books in the large shelf in her room, sorting them alphabetically in every category. They seemed to bring her a distant memory but when she tried to think hard, the book in her hand went up in flames.

She sighed in defeat. "Dahlia's favorite book. She will be sad." She could get another copy of the book but not only would it not be easy to find such an old book, but it would also not be the same for Dahlia who treated each book like a treasure.

She was still thinking about it when the book pieced itself back to normal as though nothing had happened to it from the start. She didn't know what happened to undo the damage but before it could go up in flames again, she hurriedly placed it in its slot.

After tidying and rearranging her room to an order she found more pleasing, she sat down at her desk.

It felt like it had been forever since she touched a pencil—which was expected. She had been to a different world after all, and the damned gods used charcoal and quills to draw their design drafts. One would think they were more advanced than humans. On the contrary, it was as though they were stuck in history with their eon-old traditions. Who still wears robes nowadays?

They would definitely look out of place if they visited the human world, which made Jasmine question why no one kicked up a fuss when they saw Dairon on Cannon Island. Though she had to admit that their clothes actually looked great—it must be thanks to Maximus' talent.

Although that was what she thought, she imagined the gods dressed as ordinary men in Efinchil. If they were to wear suits, they would definitely send young women screaming and blushing—especially Dairon. What a pity that everything he wore was blue. A change of color would be beautiful.

His silver hair would be quite a sharp contrast with a black suit and he would look like a prince.

Her pencil wandered along with her mind and when she snapped out of it, she had drawn an exquisite robe as well as a men's suit. She giggled and finished up the design for fun. Even she was marvelled by her work. The robe was her favorite. It was blue just as he liked it but she had made the edges and belt deep red.

She smiled when she looked at it. Would he like it?

Her thoughts wandered to him. Was he doing well? She suddenly felt sad and empty.

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AN

Why do you think Jasmine feels that way?

Because the other half of her current soul (Dairon's) is unconscious?

Some other reason....like missing him?

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