Memories {a Parvill fanfiction}

Memories {a Parvill fanfiction}

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William Strife was not one to linger on pieces of the past, but this was not only a piece of the past, this was a piece of his heart, torn out and crushed beneath the boot of the gods of this world, if such a thing existed. This world was hardly a speck in the entire spectrum of the universe. What did it matter if one person was gone? Well, actually, it mattered a whole fucking lot to Will. Was it really too much to ask? A peaceful life? Away from pain and death and suffering? The name of Alexander Parvis was one to be cherished and remembered in great love and detail, and so that is what Will did. He thought about him every night as he fell asleep, remembering the feel of the other man wrapped tightly in his own arms. Everything brought back memories. The memories were all strong. They were sweet, yet tangy as fresh blood. But perhaps this was the best way to remember them. And so every day Will relived it all, just through the help of his memories. TW~ MCD, self-harm
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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