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Burning Memories
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Ongoing, First published Sep 14, 2021
Mature
𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | ❝ Dying is nothing. You have to know how to disappear...❞

Time was supposed to heal all wounds. That's what everyone told him. But it didn't. The pain was still there, as fresh as the day it happened. Sometimes, it was even worse.

❝ No matter how long it's been, there are times when it suddenly becomes harder to breathe. ❞

Clint was running out of options. He was running out of ways to cope. He was running out of hope.

❝ Some people die, others just run out of fuel. ❞

The face of a friend in every crowd. Red and blonde hair, brushing past a turning head. 

"Nat...?"

❝I am made of memories ❞

⚠️ NSFW CONTENT: (Sexual themes, vulgar language, mentions of death, self-harm, violence, possible drugs, and alcohol) ⚠️

This book has become a collab effort with my bestfriend and ride or die writing buddy. @dreamstatebaby
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Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, every time you messed up, every time you missed something. Let's say that you could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, after a few times, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like, now, and you've experienced it far too many times than any person should. But now you know everyone by name, by eye color, by voice, by the sound they make when they drop to the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." You're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day." "One more day."