AMA-Con: The Compilation

Moments

Written by: @notmykindoftea

  Prompt: dama de noche  

Prompt by: @wanderingmeekay

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Alden writes.

Alden writes, hoping that his words could save him one day.

Alden writes.

Alden writes until his wrists become numb, until his fingers hurt, until his heart bleeds.

Alden writes.

Alden just writes. But most of the time, Alden writes to remember. He just lets his words spill out onto the pages, knowing at the back of his head that he's just going to forget. Because that's what he always do, he forgets. He forgets. Every. Single. Time.

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contagious laugh,
plump cherry lips,
eyes so brown,
please come back home.

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Sam. 26. Male. New neighbour. Mechanical Engineer. Loud.

He stares at the piece of paper, trying to remember who he wrote about. Nothing. He remembers nothing. He sighs, tucking the paper into his "OPEN THIS AND PLEASE REMEMBER" journal. He notices that a lot of pages are missing, like someone just ripped them out all at once. Alden rubs his face with his hands, before leaving the journal next to his personal journal, on his bedside table.

He makes his way to his kitchen, goosebumps rising on his skin as the cold, dawn air hits his bare chest. He finds a green sticky note on his coffee maker.

Estrella's
Work time: 7:00-3:00 pm
Co-workers: Jerald (best friend/barista) and Pau (owner)

This, he remembers. Most of the time though, small details like this, he simply forgets. But the hardest part about this, is forgetting the important things, the important people, in his life. It hurts him to see the disappointed looks of his peers whenever he can't recognize them, can't identify them. But nothing hurts more than seeing his own family look at him with so much sadness in their eyes whenever he asks them who they are.

He can feel his soul crumble whenever he remembers that time he overheard his father cry over the fact that his son couldn't even remember him. And although he can still remember some fragments of his childhood with him, can still remember how he takes his coffee, can still remember the smell of his cologne, remembering those things isn't enough, because he knows that eventually he'll forget those things as well.

And sometimes, he just wants to punch himself square in the face for forgetting.

Alden goes and makes himself a cup of coffee before taking a shower. And every morning, like clockwork, he speaks to his reflection in the mirror. He tries to tell himself that this is his life, that this is as good as it's going to get. He knows that there are going to be days where he won't even need to check his "OPEN THIS AND PLEASE REMEMBER" journal, and there are going to be days where he'll wake up feeling like a stranger in his own house.

Most of the time though, he tries to convince himself that he's going to get better someday.

But he knows it's a lie.

He knows that he's going to be like this- forgetful, hopeless, and pathetic -forever.

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there's this girl who never gives me a second look for her eyes can burn down the whole city and her smile is like sea salt water and i'm lost within the seams. but her heart is made of ice and i never want to drown once it melts because i don't know how to swim through waves and waves of false hope and i guess the lighthouse down the hallway can guide me back home.