But I did have it, [ frustration bleeding painfully through their soft tone, turning it jagged for a moment, ] it's just...
[ ... Gone. ]
Memories come and go. I remember things somethings. And then they slip away. No one outside of the island remembers it at all -- they don't remember my home, my people, the stars in the sky -- but they exist and I had it.
[ Voice trembling, blanket clutched tight, curled up impossibly small into a ball.
...
A soft huff. ]
Sorry. The beginning of the week leaves me feeling... bad.
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[ ... Gone. ]
Memories come and go. I remember things somethings. And then they slip away. No one outside of the island remembers it at all -- they don't remember my home, my people, the stars in the sky -- but they exist and I had it.
[ Voice trembling, blanket clutched tight, curled up impossibly small into a ball.
...
A soft huff. ]
Sorry. The beginning of the week leaves me feeling... bad.