"Hmm... okay, but you're not allowed to call me crazy, deal?" she hummed, but honestly? If he called her that, at this rate, she wouldn't really mind. It'd feel... more sincere.
Still... it was easier said than done to say it out loud. When she'd first snapped awake, naked in the street in the dead of night, the first second past midnight - she felt SO much more confident in those memories being real. But each day afterward it felt less certain, less... real.
...After a moment to breathe, she figured she may as well. People's reactions were always... the same.
She could handle it two more times today.
"When I was young, my parents weren't really in the picture... mom passed giving birth to me and my twin brother didn't make it, and dad died before I really knew him. I grew up with a loving foster family, went to high school, fell in love a few times, graduated... except," Hamuko leaned forward, gesturing with her hands.
"...Except I don't feel like that's true. When I sleep, I... remember it a lot different. My family in a car crash when I was ten, getting passed between a lot of different fosters, and only really finding my footing in high school. The people I loved still loved me, too, but... we were all having a hard time. I think that's why we connected."
She missed that connection more than anything else.
"So I keep waking up and I feel like... I don't know if I've woken up, or fallen back asleep. I think at this point doctors are gonna get ready to scoop out bits of brain to stare at what the hell is going on."
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Still... it was easier said than done to say it out loud. When she'd first snapped awake, naked in the street in the dead of night, the first second past midnight - she felt SO much more confident in those memories being real. But each day afterward it felt less certain, less... real.
...After a moment to breathe, she figured she may as well. People's reactions were always... the same.
She could handle it two more times today.
"When I was young, my parents weren't really in the picture... mom passed giving birth to me and my twin brother didn't make it, and dad died before I really knew him. I grew up with a loving foster family, went to high school, fell in love a few times, graduated... except," Hamuko leaned forward, gesturing with her hands.
"...Except I don't feel like that's true. When I sleep, I... remember it a lot different. My family in a car crash when I was ten, getting passed between a lot of different fosters, and only really finding my footing in high school. The people I loved still loved me, too, but... we were all having a hard time. I think that's why we connected."
She missed that connection more than anything else.
"So I keep waking up and I feel like... I don't know if I've woken up, or fallen back asleep. I think at this point doctors are gonna get ready to scoop out bits of brain to stare at what the hell is going on."