I Proposed To My Girlfriend, But She’d Been Replaced
So I came home rather drunk, and Elizabeth was in my room.
This wasn’t odd, since she has an extra key and it’s Saturday, but it surprised me a little.
I had gotten a call on my phone, but I didn’t notice until she told me.
I suppose the restaurant was too noisy for me to hear it.
She said she would’ve just gone home if I had been a little later.
She cleaned up my room, and set up a rice cooker for breakfast tomorrow.
What a good girl. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t Hanako Satoh.
Drunkenly, I asked her.
Me: “How long have we been dating, again?”
Liz: “You emailed me that earlier. What’s the deal?”
Me: “We started in our second year of college, right?”
Liz: “That’s right! So this Christmas, it’ll be exactly five years.”
Me: “And why did I start calling you “Chiwa”?“
Liz: “My friends called me that because I acted like a chihuahua.”
Me: “Was that it…?”
Liz: “Hence the name “Aigantei Chiwawa.”“
No inconsistency there… I think.
Me: “Oh, I went drinking with S (my friend) today.”
Liz: “Who’s that?”
Apparently, Elizabeth didn’t know my friend.
Me: “”Who’s that”? He was in the seminar with us!“
Liz: “Hmm… Don’t really remember him. Were you friends?”
Me: “I thought you hung out with him, too!”
Liz: “Really? Well, I hung out with the people in my circle more than the seminar people…”
I couldn’t say anything after that.
I thought she was just making excuses.
But there was still the alcohol, and I didn’t know how to continue the conversation.
So she went back home a while ago.
This is getting eerie…
Try Googling Satoh and Elizabeth? You might find some new info.
I tried Googling their names earlier, but nothing useful.
Same for the nickname.
Actually, I’m still kinda drunk.
Looking at the screen’s wearing me out…
I’ll go to bed for today. Thanks for listening, everyone.
No progress, but I’ll post since people seem to want me to post once a day.
My nerves are progressing though, haha…
Being worn down day by day…
Starting to have hallucinations of Hanako Satoh…
My question is, does OP still want to marry Elizabeth?
Did he have feelings for Hanako or Elizabeth?
Of course, things may change, but I’m just asking the way it is now.
^^^ I do want to marry her. As long as this issue is resolved.
You ask which one I had feelings for, but I don’t know the girl in the photos, so…
It’s a matter of figuring out the situation, not a matter of feelings.
What kinds of hallucinations?
^^ I saw the girl from the pictures waving to me from a bus window.
What’s your next objective?
I think you should determine as quickly as possible if Satoh and Elizabeth are the same person.
Your friend is one thing, but you should go to school and ask the seminar teachers and the club members.
You should find the truth if you search for it earnestly.
And you should really really really go to the hospital if you’re serious about hallucinating.
^ I’m looking for seminar members and such I can contact who might have our yearbook.
I’ve considered the school, but it’s hard to go, not knowing any of the club members.
I think Elizabeth is doing everything purposefully.
OP must be under hypnosis, or maybe being brainwashed.
Liz: “What’re you saying?”
She calmly lied because she detected the brainwashing wearing off.
The visit the other day was to check if he’d snapped out of it, too.
Elizabeth is no doubt looking into how to re-brainwash him.
Can I really be brainwashed or hypnotized without knowing about it?
At any rate, I think OP should locate Hanako Satoh. Do you plan to?
^^ I’m curious, but… I’m scared, honestly.
This is getting really horror-esque…
Even if there are issues with OP’s memory, it seems either his friend or Elizabeth is lying.
How do you feel about that?
^ What would they be lying for, though?
Still, I am doubtful of a lot of things at the moment…
A whole lot happened today, so I’ll report.
I suppose staying chronological would be best, so I’ll start with yesterday.
Last night, while posting, I got a call from my friend S.
“I need to talk to you, can we meet tomorrow?”
He told me to bring the photos, and while I didn’t know his intentions, I agreed.
I asked what he wanted to talk about, but he kept saying “I can’t explain it over the phone.”
I left work and went to the meeting place. Again, it was the pub.
I told them S’s name at the counter, and they led me to a separate room.
And there was someone else there in addition to S.
A girl from our seminar called N.
While I’m at it, my own initial is T.
N smiled. “Long time no see, T.”
We hadn’t met since graduation, so I replied “Sure has been.”
I didn’t understand why N was here.
We weren’t particularly good friends. I didn’t even know her number.
“So, what is it?” I asked S.
S: “First of all, I’m sorry about the other day.”
Me: “Ah… Nah, it’s no problem. So did you tell N about things?”
S: “I did.”
Me: “…Well, okay. Don’t let it spread that I’m crazy or anything, though.”
N: “Don’t say that. He called me today because he thought I might help.”
I was silent, not really sure what she meant by “being helpful.”
N: “First, show me the photos you showed S.”
I took the photos from my bag and gave them to N.
The ones with the girl I didn’t know (who S called Hanako Satoh).
N kept looking through the few photos over and over.
S and I silently watched her.
Finally, N looked up and toward S. “It’s like I thought.”
I didn’t get it. I was getting fed up.
“What the hell does that mean?”, I asked N.
N asked S, “Can I tell him?”
S silently nodded.
N told me:
“T. Have you ever heard of prosopagnosia?”
Me: “Yeah, I have.”
Because someone had explained it in the thread.
I looked it up on Wikipedia later.
Me: “But I don’t have that. I can tell faces apart.
I mean, I know what your face is like, N…”
I thought that N has just been brought to offer me superficial advice from what little she knew.
But N went on.
“You don’t, T. But S does.”
S: “Sorry… I didn’t want you to know, which is why I acted that way the other day.”
Me: “…Never heard that before. You should’ve just told me.”
S: “Well, I didn’t want rumor spreading that I was crazy, either.”
N: “Long before S was in college, he’s had some pretty bad experiences because of it.”
N handed me the photos.
N: “So while S isn’t able to, I can tell that the girl in these photos isn’t Chiwa. It’s someone else.”
Me: “…So why did S tell me she was Chiwa?”
S: “I remembered those clothes. And that pendant.
Isn’t that the one you bought for Chiwa?”
Since I didn’t have a distinction between Elizabeth and Hanako, it didn’t seem too odd that the girl in the photo was wearing that pendant.
Me: “Then what’s up with these photos?
Why is a girl I don’t know wearing that pendant I bought?”
N: “Maybe it’s a fake. Made in Photoshop or something.”
N all too casually presented the possibility. I didn’t say anything.
Then N pulled something out of her own bag.
It was our yearbook.
N: “Look at this.”
N flipped through the pages of the yearbook.
She turned to the page for our seminar and showed me.
There was a photo of the girl I had been calling “Elizabeth.”
Under it, it said “Hanako Satoh.”
Me: “S, why did you say you didn’t recognize some of the Chiwa pictures?”
S: “Didn’t recognize the clothes. And she had different hair.”
Me: “Then who’s the girl in these pictures?”
N: “I don’t know.”
Me: “Who would make fakes, anyway?”
N: “I told you I don’t know!”
N picked up a mug.
“Let’s go to Chiwa’s house now. We’d better ask her directly.”
Egged on by N to finish our drinks, I emptied my glass.
Before leaving the restaurant, I asked them.
Me: “Um. Incidentally, are you two dating?”
S: “Er, yes.”
N: “Since we graduated, yes.”
S, N, and I headed for Chiwa’s apartment.
We called her to make sure she was in.
Chiwa was surprised at being visited by several former classmates, but she let us right in.
N: “It’s been a while, Chiwa!”
Chiwa: “You haven’t changed, N. And, er, S, was it?”
S: “We didn’t talk much. Figures you might forget my name…”
Chiwa appeared to look at S and remember his name.
It was possible she only remembered from when I told her the other day.
Me: “Um. I know this is weird, but can you show us your license?”
Chiwa: “Huh? Why?”
Me: “There’s just something we want to check.”
Chiwa: “Well, okay…”
Chiwa handed us her license.
It said “Hanako Satoh” on it.
Me: “…So it’s “Hanako Satoh.”“
Chiwa: “Well, of course it is?”
Me: “The other day, I asked you if your name was Hanako Satoh, and you said “What’re you saying?”“
Chiwa: “Yes I did. Because I had no idea why you were asking me my name after dating for five years!”
Me: “Then why did you write “Elizabeth Ijuin” on that marriage form?“
Chiwa: “Huh? I did what?”
I showed Chiwa the form.
I had it in my bag along with the photos.
The form had my name, as well as the name Elizabeth Ijuin.
Chiwa: “…I don’t have any idea.”
Me: “I wrote my name, gave it to you, and you gave it back to me.”
Chiwa: “Didn’t you give me an envelope with a blank form in it?”
Me: “That can’t be right…”
Chiwa: “I just wrote my name, and sent it back in the envelope.”
N: “Was the envelope replaced?”
Me: “That couldn’t have happened.”
N: “I think it’s more likely than a person being replaced.
Did you ever show Chiwa the documents with that weird name on them before?”
Me: “No… I only asked her about it.”
Still not understanding anything, I talked to Chiwa.
Me: “So it’s like I thought. Your name isn’t “Elizabeth Ijuin”?“
Chiwa: “Absolutely not.”
Me: “Then who IS Elizabeth Ijuin?”
N: “Maybe… It’s the girl in these photos?”
N held them out.
It felt like my heart stopped for a moment.
My gut sank, and it seemed like the pieces were coming together.
Was she… Elizabeth Ijuin?
I’m too scared to laugh.
N: “Chiwa. Have you seen these photos before?”
Chiwa: “…I thought they were photos from my trip with T, but just the faces are different. What’s going on?”
Chiwa stepped into a room in the back (I knew it was her bedroom) and brought back a small, thin photo case.
Chiwa: “I think these are the originals.”
Chiwa took photos out of the case one by one and compared them with mine side by side.
They were exactly the same, only the girl’s face was different.
The color in the photos I had was a little weaker, too. I thought it might be pixellation.
Oh dear god…
Me: “…Chiwa, do you know this girl?”
Chiwa: “Nope. I don’t know her at all.”
N: “Well, that’s fine, right?
We’ve finally cleared up T’s confusion.”
N smiled, satisfied. As if to say, “I’m glad I was helpful.”
“Not at all!”
I wasn’t smiling.
Because think about it.
Someone had replaced the envelopes.
Someone had replaced my personal photos.
Did they break into my room?
Did they break into Chiwa’s room?
Did they rummage through my bag?
And no one knew who.
No one knew this girl named Elizabeth Ijuin.
With that said, I’m in Chiwa’s room now.
I’m scared to go home. I’m posting from an iPad.
I mentioned I had a hallucination of the girl in the photos yesterday.
She was waving at me from a bus window.
But maybe it wasn’t a hallucination.
It could have been the real Elizabeth Ijuin waving.
Radiant smile and all.
I don’t know what I’m going to do now, but this will be the end of my reports.
Thank you for listening to me, everyone.