It hits me all once, late in the night.
The memories. It hits back like a wave crashing against the sand.
I close my eyes, let tears fall down my cheeks, and let the memory appear.
It's you and I in the darkness. My head rested against your chest. Your hand on mine. Everything about it felt real.
The minute I reopened my eyes, it was only the darkness surrounded me, but without the comfort of your touch.
It was an illusion of an experience that fake.
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