Altering and removing memories of others around was easier for Katrina, to move around like a ghost in the hospital without anyone actually remembering her and without any record of her ever being existed. She had smiled with the other girl, she had mourned with the other girl and the ring on her hand, a reminiscence of her grief in her cold heart, became something of her hope. She's nothing like her, childish and naive with a fresh maiden blush on her face and but she could find traces of 'her' in her. She had reborn herself this time.

She had returned to her.

But then, the man from the banquet had awaken up and ended up falling himself from the hospital's height and being dead. She disappeared from the hospital for the night being, and when she returned she's gone. She had ran after her car, desperate and needy as if destinies were tearing them apart again and she wanted to stop her, stop her at any cost even if it meant causing accident to her car and she almost did if it weren't for the trailer that crossed their path and broke her concentration and then she was gone.

The wound in her heart, she had sealed, reopened again.

She slumped down on the asphalt ground, and curled her fingers into her hair. Anger bubbled in her throat and she resisted the urge to scream. She couldn't see her at her home, without revealing her identity and she had no reason to go there as a doctor either.

The patissier came out of his shop, who was an old man and put hand on the girl's shoulder in concern.

"Are you okay, Miss?" She looked up at the man and shook her head.

"Yeah, I am." She sniffed and looked away still crouching on the sidewalk outside his small bakery.

"Come inside. You shouldn't be sitting here like this." The patissier motioned her inside and she followed him inside the shop, which wasn't only a bakery house but also a small coffee shop. He showed her a booth at the end and asked her to sit while he returned with latte and Brownies.

"Here eat this." She reached for the cup of latte and took a sip of it. The man named Michael settled on the seat opposite to her, and crossed his hands on the table.

"Now tell me what had caused you to break down in the middle of the street?" He questioned the girl, and she realized that it was the first time in hundreds of years someone showed their worry for her.

"Have you loved someone so dearly that you're afraid of losing them again?"

"Is it your boyfriend?"

"A...er... it's a girl."

"Oh, I see."

"Don't..." She closed her eyes, clutching the cup of her morning coffee with her both hands. She didn't want her love to be judged on the basis of gender. She didn't want her love to be insulted because of society's attitude because of something they failed to understand.

"I am not. I have lost my wife in a road accident three years ago." The old man played with a ring on the left of her hand.

"I am sorry."

"Don't let others stop you from pursuing your heart, it's them that all matters instead of this society, its judgement and its people."

She nodded and finished her coffee.

She would see her again.

She will find a way again.