Memories. They stick to you. No matter where you go, no matter whom you are. You've been to this place, but you haven't. You've met this person, but you haven't. You've lived this memory only so many times. Time to live it again. Originally, this was a fan-fiction for JackSepticEye, but I converted it to a short story. (pardon awl the weird spaces i dont know how 2 act:[ )All Rights Reserved