Alone In The Dark

Alone In The Dark

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Post-post-apocolypse Lots of imagery Super chill vibes She's kinda lost touch with the world... not really caring anymore, y'know? Minecraft is a world about... forgetting. It's about sitting quietly and contemplating, soft music and lost memories. Friendships forged in the fires that burn brighter than our torches. Sharp smiles and crazy plans, built on rubble and ashes. Moving, leaving, changing, growing. Having no past, only hopes for the future. Maybe I'm reading too much between the pixels, but it's been said "Minecraft music feels like not being able to return home because there's no longer a home to return to". Perhaps these words I've stolen contain more than I can express. But who knows? I'm only a young poet, fond of lore and new beginnings. Who are you?
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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...

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