We were in the forest of where the pillar we pressed our cut palms on was. Though the memory was present, the marks themselves weren't on the pillar as if it never happened.
"Damn." Will snickered nervously. "Don't that make you feel worried?"
"What'd you mean by that?" Jess said. "Wouldn't that be better?
"But Will's right, you know?" Drew argued. "If that's gone, what'll happen to our memories?"
Claire crossed her arms. "What if that happens? We can just do it over again. Like meeting someone you know when you pass by them while walking down the sidewalk. You may not know the person, but the feelings there."
I smiled. "That's good optimism. Why worry now when nothing's bad going to happen anyways?"
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
