Your… or my memories?! (S1 Ep.5-9)

With all the photos chosen,  we started to clean the "photographic studio". While I was packing up the pieces, Joan collected all decoration accessories, keeping them in cardboard boxes, which placed next to a corner in the attic. The articles of the new collection returned to their bags in which I had brought them. After we organized all we went down to the kitchen.

Rose: Can I leave the bags here? – Said by placing them on the accent of a chair of the kitchen’s table.

Joan: Yes, no problem. What do you want for the snack? I have cereals, bread with jam, yoghurt and fruit.

Rose: Can be toasted bread with jam?

Joan: Of course!

Rose: I'm just going to your bedroom to get my purse. - Was left on the desk chair. And with what had happened in the morning I forget it there.

Joan: All right. - Said with the voice a bit blurry, with no way to justify her intention to keep me away from her bedroom.

When I got there Joan’s diary was again in the same place.

Rose: Joan! – As I call for Joan I felt once again something in me was different. Even not wanting it I continued to move forward, my arm rose and my hand slowly descended toward the book. Landed my hand over her diary and at that very moment, I was invaded by fragments of images, difficult to understand at all, they were repeated and agonizing. A male face, an altar, fire, "Joan!?", a cliff...

Joan: Rose wait… Rose! Rose! – When Joan touched me, she felt exactly what I was feeling and saw exactly what I was seeing and utter. – Ad praesens tempus.

It took a while until I could get myself together. The flashes repeated themselves over and over again in my mind. But the worst was the mix of feelings and sensations that provoked in me. I felt my presence there as if I lived each fragment. And the intention of uncovering more in that small space of time it hurt… Not only in my body as inside of me, I felt a deep sadness, my soul was screaming.

Rose: What the hell was that... - I got a hand to my chest while trying to calm my breathing. It was horrible what I just experienced. Though, hope grew in me, that face... He conveyed to me calm, security, love.

Joan: Rose, are you okay?

Rose: Yes, but… Your diary… What were those images?

Joan What images? - With the notion of what I had just experienced, Joan tried to talk me out of it. She put her arms around me indicating the path to the door of her bedroom. – The flashes of the photographs must have left you with a sensitive vision. Come on, let's eat. I take you home after, you need to rest a little.

Rose: What? No, it wasn't the flashes... I felt that... I was there and you were there too. I saw his face, I know him… That place...

Joan: Rose, you're in my bedroom. We have to be more careful at the next photo shoot. Were many hours straight. After you eat you will feel better, believe me.

Rose: I'm fine. – Had a full perception of what I saw. And also the strange impression that Joan knew more than she revealed. Her insistence on getting us both out of her bedroom. Her intention to leave work in the middle of the afternoon, it wasn't normal. She was worried about something. And I felt it had to do with her journal, what had just happened was because of it too. I didn't know how it had been possible but knew what I saw and I knew that Joan was hiding something.