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You’re still there you know. I still sometimes fall asleep wondering; I still wake sometimes wishing. Random momentary triggered memories. A face passing in a sea of many.

Slowly, I’ve tried to wall up all memory, excised each connection one by one. For the longest time I’ve crushed every thought with such emotional violence that the world would seem to ripple around me at the impact. And yet you remained.

Perhaps though, it’s not you. Perhaps it’s just another of Mnemosyne’s japes, wearing your aspect. I can no longer tell. She does love a good joke.