He remembers, sitting alone in a dark room he stares into the abyss, running his hand across the scars over his heart. he remembers, he lays his head back against the wall and is engulfed in a memory, he sees her running towards him, throwing her arms around him, gripping him tightly, embracing him in what any other day would be called a hug. in the distance he sees her, hugging another man, a quick embrace and then its over, he lets go and walks away as she turns and walks toward him standing there being embraced by this woman. he knows, he releases her from this unfamiliar grip and turns, becoming deaf for the moment, alone he walks away unsure of what he has just witnessed.
He remembers, now he stares out the window, darkness enveloped in the sky he stares at nothing and everything. now he’s in a crowded room, he hears people talkin vividly, conversations dying and being born and yet he can make nothing out, and then, there she is walking steadily towards him, in her hand is an envelope. he remembers, the letter lies on the floor forgotten, its contents burned into his brain, he remembers, numbness in his hands, in his heart, and his eyes close. unmoving, he sits there, eyes closed, alone in the dark becoming one of its many victims. presently his eyes open, he stands and leaves the room being swallowed by more of the night and its eery darkness, he walks, with no destination in mind thinkin about her, he knows shes tainted,unpure and changed, and he accepts it, he walks and he remembers.
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