No Limits on Imagination!

Hey everyone, this is not so good, it's still getting worked on, so don't be so hard, but i still would like the critics and advice....

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“Thank You.” was all she said, but he didn't hear her. It was lighter over here, and he could see her whole face.
He knew that face. He knew those winged and perfectly arched eyebrows over those golden-brown eyes, that straight nose, and that stubborn chin that he had seen too much of. That skin, that perfect, flawless skin the color of creamy caramel, and the long hair that reached just below her hip-that dark-brown hair set loose and in disarray.
There was no mistaking her. Right in front of him was the last person he ever thought of seeing again. It was Carmen Tirré, the one person he counted himself close to through his childhood.
By the time he came back around to reality, Carmen had mounted and was at a light trot headed towards the entrance of the stables.
“Wait! Carmen!” He ran to catch her before she left the stables. “Carmen!”
At that, she turned. “Are you talking to me?”
“Yes. Who else would I be talking to, the horses? I'm not that crazy.” He said, putting on a half-smile.
“Why did you call me that name?”
“Because it is your name.” His smile faltered.
“Then... you know me?”
“Yes.”
“you mean to say that the only thing you remember through your whole life is waking up in that inn?”
“yes. I believe I don't even know who you are.”
“It's me; Robert... does the name trigger anything?”
He could tell that she was really trying to remember the name, but knew she failed when despair showed on her face. “I'm sorry... I can't seem to remember that name; I can't even tell what my name is.”


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So that's my name. She thought. How does he know my name?
“Who are you, and how do you know my name?”
“Ah, well, we kind of grew up together.”
“So you know where I live? And Where my family is and... do you know if I have a fiancé?”
“ Um, no, I don't know.”
“To which question?”
“To all of them.”
“Did you not say we grew up together?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Then why do you not know the answers to these questions?”
“Well, because we- ah- I moved away.”
“ Do you at least know how old I am right now?”
“Ah, well, you'd probably be... five and twenty.”
“ Thank you kind sir, and if you don't mind, I'll be on my way.” she said, gathering up the reins.
But Robert snatched them from her hands. “To where, might I ask?”
“To wherever my instincts guide me.”
“Do you know that might be dangerous? There are highwaymen, and... people like the man back there.”
If Robert wasn't looking so closely, he wouldn't have seen her slightly hesitate. And the barely visible involuntary shudder that went through her body.
Acting upon her reaction, he said, “ You could come back to my manor.”
“Will you help me find out why I'm here?” she said after a moment.
“I'll try.” And with that, he held out his hand.
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to be continued...

so this is the end of chapter two, i'm still working on chapter three, so i don't know how long it will take...--in the meantime, check out Anza's story, i find it quite interesting!

advice please!!!