Post-Breakup

By Zabeth

Sun, 08 Jan 2017
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     "Remember me?" She said.

     I tried. I wanted to. And it started to come back to me. All of it.

     I couldn't see her face, but I remember how she felt. When she heard that song. When she saw that movie. When she was at that party that one time.

     It turned out I missed her. I still do. Whatever happened to her? Why had I put her away for so long? Was there a way to bring her back?

     "Remember me?" She asked. "Remember you? Remember being this way?"

     I'm trying. Because I really need to. I need to remember.

     I need to be her again.

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Submitted by Zabeth on

I found this in my short stories file. Obviously I had intended it to be the beginning of a longer tale, but for the life of me I have no idea what I had planned to say next. So I suppose the opening is just going to have to stand on its own.

Submitted by airyfairy on

It stands well.  Lovely twist at the end, and a lot of people - me included! - will have a jolt of recognition when they read it.  I would love to know what you intended next, though. 

Submitted by Zabeth on

So would I! :P