Forgotten?

When you're addicted to something, does it always have to be something you like?

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Who are you and why're you wearing a mask?" She says crossing her arms across her chest.

Oh crap, I didn't think she'd ask.

"Ah, that's a bit hard to explain. But this mask is to hide my appearance, obviously." I pull off my mask to seem more friendly to her.

"Who am I?" I repeated her last question thinking of the name. What was it? "Adrian Bongiovanni." Yup, that was it.

Her mouth opens and closes like a fishes making her more-

"Where are you from?"

Ah, that's easy.

"Italy." I answer her. Abruptly her cheeks turn a dark Crimson colour.

The colour of...blood.

And then she squeals really loudly,

"Ohmigod! Italy! You're italian! Oh, that's awes- oh wait. Sorry for the outburst." Then she shuts her mouth immediately.

Dayum! I was enjoying that as well!

"Ah no it's fine." I say licking my lips. I notice that we are at a very close position and smirk at her uncomfortable self.

"Hmm." I mumble, getting out my silver dagger.

I seriously can't wait any longer...

When things are forgotten. Are they forgotten forever?

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