Eliàn;
I stare blankly at the ceiling of my room. At the clouds painted on it, and my mind replays the dreams… or memories I had just a few minutes ago.
Those weren't my memories… They were Elien's.
He's had life rough.
No wonder he got so hurt by Rhydian's words…
My parents didn't love me, but they at least didn't kick me out when I was 18. They waited till I was 21 and till they had the excuse of me being gay before kicking me out.
These memories are the first real things I know about him. He's quite like me, isn't he?
Could that be why I'm here? In his body?
And why did I see Mr. Soup?
Why did he look so bright and happy in Elien's memory, but so cold and distant when I saw him at dinner last night?
It would have been so much better if I had access to Elien's memories, or could find a way to talk to him…
It hurts my head thinking about all these questions and all these issues…
What is my purpose here? Why am I here? Will I ever get back home?
