Entity 4

"Hey Zen! Come here!" a handsome male with white hair holding a picture book urged me.

"What is it this time, Michael" I replied to my classmate whose name goes with Michael.

Michael has been my classmate for 3 straight school years, we met at my early junior years and have been close friends since then.

"Who are they" Michael pointed at a picture on the picture book.

The picture shows three figures which was me, the black-haired girl and a pink haired girl.

"I can't remember at all" I replied.

"Eh?! How can you not remember such cute persons?" Michael jokingly replied.

But it was oddly the truth, I somehow cannot remember who they were.

The picture was taken when I was at a mere 8 years old, and somehow I cannot remember who they were.

My mom and my dad told me that they were friends who was super close to me, but somehow they seem to also not remember their names.

"Hmm... Doesn't that girl looks familiar?" Michael pointed at a girl at the distance.

The girl had a pink hair, her face was smooth, and her eyes were glittering red.

"Ehh, she does seem familiar." I replied.

I couldn't exactly make out who it was though.

"Isn't she the one from the picture book?!" Michael in a shock told me while holding onto the picture book.

"She is!" I was shocked and shouted.

"Let's go ask for her name, maybe you can remember something." Michael told me.

We hastily walked to her when she suddenly looked at my eyes.

Her mouth moved, she seemed to be saying something.

Z, N? Huh?

I looked at her curiously, but it didn't take long before she ran away.

"Hey!" I shouted as I chased after her.

"Hey Zen! Wait!" Michael told me but I still ran.

She turned around into a bush, I entered the bush also.

I tried looking around but to no avail, where could she have gone?

"Hey Zen! Slow down!" Michael shouted at me.

"Wait for me, you idiot!" he told me.

I couldn't afford to wait, she was a important piece to my past.

What was I exactly missing?

I felt a paper fell down onto my foot, I stared it at it.

"Hey Michael, look" as I showed it to him.

The paper said "Zen. Our past. Our present. Not forgotten, forever ever".