Operation: Threads of Connection

Happiness

Anya's POV:

After midterms and all the chaos that happened, I was back to my regular schedule; school, club, work. Mrs. Blackwell accepted me back with open arms. As soon as I stepped into her bakery; I remembered why I began baking...The memory hit me like a tidal wave, as I smelled the warm filling scent of the cookies.

I took the opportunity from my friends, when the bomb hit there was nothing less from the orphanage. How could I have let that happen? Why were they looking for me?

On top of that, my dreams are getting more and more intense each night. In almost every dream I'm always accompanied by a boy. He protects me, he makes me feel warm and secured. I wonder, did the old Anya have someone in her life that treated her this way? Were they closer than I thought?

Regardless of all the lingering questions, there was very little I could do. Every weekend, I would visit Dr. Wetson's office, we would do various cognitive exercises to try and regain my memory. For the most part I remember little pieces of my childhood. I remember mama's pink soft hair, it was long and wavy, she always had it tied up in a ponytail. Mama's eyes were golden like a warm summer sun. I remember my papa, his eyes dark green like a pool of trees, deep in the forest. Papa had blonde hair, it was slick and always in a funny style, he always tried to make me laugh. My papa was caring, he was smart, he was my first father.

Mama was kind hearted, she was a fighter, she was intelligent, she was my first mother. I know they died, I know they tried to protect me. Although, I don't remember the feeling of loving them, I know that deep in my heart they'll always have a place.

A few years later, my second papa found me. I learned to love him almost right away. His way of affection was different than my biological parents, for a while I thought he might not care or love me. Perhaps, it was better if he didn't. It seems that everyone that loves me, ends up getting hurt. As the years went by, papa sacrificed so much for his "family" What mama and him don't realize, is that they truly were unfair. If they wanted me to love them less, they should've done a better job of not giving me the life I always dreamt of. In papa's mindset he was going to leave us as soon as his mission ended, but what he didn't realize was he truly cared about his little family.

Friends; I've had many. Good friends, bad friends, alive and dead. I hated being alone, I always wanted others to like me. But I was always the freak. Why? Why did people not like me? Because I'm short? I heard I was pretty dumb in school, was it because of my grades? Why did people look at me with such bad eyes? Why did people look at me whenever I'm around Damian?

So many questions, but very little answers that are given to me. I find it cruel that everyone knows everything about me, but they want me to find out for myself... the question is when will that happen?

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"What are you thinking about?" a voice whispers behind me. I turn my head back and noticed Sebastian standing next to me. His usual carefree demeanor was replaced with a worrisome mood, why does everyone treat me like this? like I'm made out of glass or something.

"Nothing," I reply looking at the bakery window, the soft clouds surrounding the sun began descending as the sun began to set. Such tranquility, in a chaotic world. Well maybe its not the world, maybe its me.

"Regardless if you lost your memory or not, you still can't lie for the life of you," Sebastian smirked as he laid his arm on top of my head. I couldn't help but snort at his comment. Guess he knows me more than I know myself.

"We're all here for you, but if you ever want to just talk and have someone listen, I'm available to lend an ear," He replied. I nodded, still feeling the weight of his arm on top of my head. Were we always this close? Somehow, I don't find it to be an awkward gesture, I feel rather comfortable with Sebastian... Had it been Damian, would I feel comfortable like this as well?