secretmemories
Reality doesn't break in my world. Meaning does.
And once it starts shifting, nothing can be trusted. Not names, not objects, not even people.
He arrived like he had always belonged there.
But the strange thing wasn't that no one knew him...
it was how no one asked.
Except me.
And I should have learned from the way the rain stopped when he looked at me.
He didn't have a name anyone remembered.
No history. No family. No trace of where he came from.
Only the light reacted when he arrived.
And for some reason, I couldn't stop watching him... even when everything in me said to look away.
Some people bring darkness into a town.
He brought light.