I don't really remember what happened next. I just remember that one second I was lost and the next, I was awake, alive.
This boy didn't talk to me, but his gaze was smooth, and I knew it would be all right.
He took my hand and I saw a kind of tattoo on his palm. A circle with four dots, each pair linked. But one of them was painted red, unlike the other black ones.
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The gift of forgetting
Science FictionWe all have a gift, the problem is that some are a curse. Yours was your perdition. And his. Man, he was devastated. And when you woke up, he couldn't eat or sleep. You were dying, and your gift saved your life and killed you at the same time. Im s...
