Chapter XLIV
It's already late at night, deep dark and quiet. Yet Clarissa's mind is still as loud as a music band in parade. It's still a thought of her about who the woman is, her name, how she met her, how did they became together. She wants to know, she wants to remember her.
"What's your name?" She mumbled through her breath, looking up at the dark ceiling of her tent, picturing the image of the woman in her head. Trying to recall her inside her lost memory.
Glimpses of her past have returned so suddenly, but it isn't enough for her to harken back the old reminiscence of the woman.
In her mind, she saw the woman in her head looking at her with a small smile. Holding that magnum gun in her hands and a child's small pink back pack on the other hand.
"A pink back pack?" She muttered
