You know how they say before you die, they think your life flashes before your eyes? Your best and worst memories replay through your head before you drift away for good. I never believed it, until I was watching 17 years of my life replay in a matter of seconds.
But then, the memories slowed down and I was once again walking in to the apartment Harry and I had lived in. Then the memories were rushing back, and I had once again no power to stop them. Images that had been haunting my memory for a while now overtook me again. And that's the thing... I let them.