At the sight of a password lock, I entered a string of numbers based on my memory of our birthdays. With a beep, the door opened.
I saw the familiar shoe cabinet, the familiar living room, and the familiar wool blanket. Everything looked just like what they were in my memory.
I turned around, ran into the bedroom, and opened the wardrobe. Then I saw a cotton nightgown hanging inside.
It was mine.
The flowers on the bedside were blooming. The floor-ceiling gauze curtains were cut and sewn by me.
Even the cloth dolls on the tatami were the ones I grabbed from a claw machine.
Everything here was closely related to me.
"Elaina..."
A voice came from behind.
I turned around. Brian was standing behind me. His coffee-colored windbreaker hung down to his calves. He stood tall and up straight. His bangs were slightly messy. He seemed to have rushed here.
I walked over and unbuttoned his collar.
A silver necklace in the shape of a sun hung on his beautiful collarbone.
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as I tightly grabbed onto his collar.
"You are my Brian!"
