Rinse, don't Repeat.

2.) Forget Me Not[Please..]

"Forget me nots are my favorite flower."

Drip  - drop

Blank eyes staring into a vast space unknown to the world alive, water drips ceaselessly from the wretched soul's sorrow. Undeserving of pain and yet it falls, arrogant even in death and chains.

Peering and judging eyes watch the fall of this soul, a murderer. How wretched of a soul.

How  infuriating.

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Jolts. A jumpstart to the day accompanying unbridled confusion, what..? Awake and unbeknownst the tears that ran down scaled cheeks, stumbling across the white suffocating room and pulling off the calendar it reads; ----, 30th of November. What?

That was not the date the execution happened.

Wait.

Fumbling hands on a slim body that looks barely nourished and quickly moving to the mirror, he finally sees himself. Aliyah Myven, alive and as he was 3 years ago, with his still pale dyed hair and unbroken earpieces. Finally noticing after a moment's rumination, he takes to wiping off the tears and stains allowing the scales to fade.

Standing a little longer in front of the mirror, his face scrunches up in unknown pain, how spiteful that this was the 3rd week of the Huyana serving as assistant under him.

—Turning around with a resolute conclusion after an hour's contemplation, the day was set.

The door of the lab shifted open, as Aliyah shuffled into the room—"Good morning professor Myven. What're today's to-do?"

Silence followed, awkwardly so as Aliyah stared at every part of Huyana's features, taking note of the sweat pooling from the assistant's head. "We're to test out how feasible this healing solute is in terms of regular healing. Let's have it done by 12." 

His assistant begins setting up.

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....

As Aliyah had said, the two completed testing by 12PM and his assistant left to eat lunch earlier. There was no need to stall time for something so simple anyway, he wondered to himself as he stared to the field outside why he even took the whole day to finish it in the previous timeline. His earpieces discarded to the counter behind him as his mind drifts.

Aliyah presented himself as close to his past self as possible, yet Huyana noticed. The assistant peers at the different professor from the unseen line of the door, an expression dark. 

Taking a breath, Huyana steps inside with a business smile plastered on. 

"Good afternoon professor."

He waits for Aliyah to respond this time, gauging even the tiniest body language and response from the slackened professor. Nothing came of the greeting. 

Though normally Prof. Myven would correct his lack of referral to the last name and he'd quickly move on to the next on the to-do list. What has the professor so absent??

"..Professor Myven. May I ask a question?"

Snapping back to where he was, Aliyah only looks his way in silent encouragement.

"Professor, what's your favourite flower?"

"...Forget me nots are my favorite flowers."

..Huh, interesting.

..."Enough dawdling. Let's continue to the next evaluation." Donning back the earpieces specifically to block out distant noise, Aliyah walks off to suit up for the next round of testing as Huyana follows behind, still in a slight daze. 

Aliyah understood in silence then, the observant eyes of Huyana couldn't be avoided.

That night, Aliyah noticed a slight drizzle outside. He wondered as insomnia prevailed over him; What troubled his assistant?