14. Memory
Sure it was over now - everything had been done and everything was gone. But on some lazy weekend afternoons they would still find themselves thinking back to those short months that had seemed endlessly infinite, even as their story was drawing to a close.
Then, inevitably, the memories would return, creeping in slowly before stubbonrly lingering in the back of their minds like an afterthought that refused to leave until they were forced to take notice. It was impossible to escape the clutches of memory, but after a while they found that they didn't mind it quite so much.
Reminiscing was good: it made them smile. Remembering, though - remembering all the little details, words, feelings, actions, everything - remembering wasn't so good. It only made them sad.
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Grey Light
Cerita PendekA collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
