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Remember Me
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Ongoing, First published Feb 13, 2016
Lilith Sylven has been dead for a year.
Camille Chester has been mourning for a year.
Everything she sees reminds her of her dead best friend, and it's not getting any better. 
What happens when odd things start happening in Camille's life? Small things out of place, cracks in reality and missing details. Could it have anything to do with the dead girl she's known her whole life? (Spoiler alert, yes of course it does.)

(I've been wanting to write this forever and I finally worked up the courage to do it! Wish me luck!)
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?