"It makes no sense." Owen gave a frustrated sigh. "I don't remember anything! How I got here, why I can't leave, why no one will acknowledge me. . ." He buried his face in his hands. I bit my lip and fiddled with the zipper of my jacket. "I get it, man. Not remembering things can be hard. One time-" "You don't understand." The ghost boy's voice shook and he looked up shyly from his hands. "You don't understand, Titan. Because even though it seems like I don't remember anything. . . you're the one thing I DO remember."Tutti i diritti riservati
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