This feeling. It was there one day. Just appeared.
When a certain song comes on. When the breeze is right. When I walk by certain places. A smile will creep onto my face unconsciously. I don't why I smiled. But I know they are associated with happy memories. With that fuzzy feeling people feel when they are happy.
I tried telling K about it but he just gets angry and walks away. Like he is afraid that I will remember something.
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"If you want to leave her, leave. Don't visit her at night or leave things for her. You're making it harder than it is," K said and pulled a hand through his hair.
That night when S brought her back, she had scars, bruises and blood was all over her. His kind did it to her. HIS! She was terrified and was screaming from pain. We had to keep her unconscious. Make her sleep. When the injuries were gone, she was still frightened. Always screaming in her sleep, locking herself in the room. Not letting anyone near her.
Gone was the cheery girl. Gone.
That's when they decided that it was best for S to leave. To make her forget and to leave. To protect her.
"I can't. She can't take care of herself," S said.
"Well, it's time she learn to, isn't it? Leave, S. Leave. If she remembers...I don't even want to think about it."
[going nowhere again]
