I'm not afraid of being jealous of your abilities to fight back.
I'm not afraid of being jealous of your abilities to forget.
I say I have a shitty memory, and then the details refuse to leave me alone. I'm caught.
There are a few upsides to life.
But more downsides.
Do you realize how many people are leaving?
It's going to hurt. It does hurt. I wish she had told me before she told us all. I'm getting better at acting, but in the moments of shock, it still shows through. The bitterness still finds life.
I made the mistake yesterday of knowing things. I don't like knowing things. Sometimes. Having it thrown in my face is - at the least - uncomfortable.
But I'm running away, this summer. To better and brighter things.
He asked me if I would live with him, this summer. Train with his memories.
I can't wait. I have no idea what I'll do.
I want--
I want...
Class starts in twenty-two minutes. I don't want to go. I want to stay here, amongst the books and spin fantastical tales. I want to be amazing.
What's the biggest problem with being alive?
...knowing it won't last.
The same problem for all good things, I suppose. I guess I'm free now, escaped.
I just hope it stays that way. I've walked out of reminders of the past. I'm going to sever connections with a world I don't belong in.
Just a creature of water.
Where are you?
Where are we?
Right here.
Right now.
Where are we?
Right here.
Right now.
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