Flicker || [n.h. oneshot] ✓

Flicker || [n.h. oneshot] ✓

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*** Behutsam erfassten meine Augen ihre fragile Erscheinung, die mir plötzlich so fremd und kalt vor kam. Als würde jede Erinnerung an sie mit jedem weiteren Tag mehr und mehr aus meinem Gedächtnis schwinden, bis nur noch ein kleiner Funken davon übrig war. Ein Funken, der mich daran erinnern sollte, dass wir zusammen gehörten. Auch wenn wir genau das schon längst nicht mehr taten. *** My eyes traced her fragile figure - one that suddenly felt so foreign, so cold, as if every memory of her was fading a little more with each passing day, until only a single spark remained. A spark meant to remind me that we once belonged to each other. Even if we no longer did.
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