[mina .]

He wasn't ever happy anymore. What replaced his feelings, his thoughts and dreams was the constant feeling of dread. He didn't know why or when this feeling took over all of his senses, or when he ever came into existence, but all he knew was the dread so he stayed with it. He remembered being like this for awhile until he could see, see around him - green, blue, yellow, colors! Everywhere. He blinked - wait, blinked? What was blinking what was color? He didn't quite know but he felt if he had known for awhile. He looked down and saw his hands and his feet though he felt as if he were missing something else. He also felt weightless, like he could be blown away by a slight breeze or pushed away with the softest tap. Then he looked up and saw a gentle, but a rough face. He looked at their arm, spotting a burn like a vine up a streetlamp, curled around. Then back to their face, it was monotonous - if looks could speak. In other words, they looked unreadable and in constant boredom.

They stood there, together. Words unspoken, but words that needed not to exist. Finally, breaking the unmoving spell that their meeting brought to them, he reached out for their arm, the one with the burn. However, he found that his fingers slipped through almost as if it were liquid, like water, like milk. "How-"

"Your name," they spoke, "Do you remember?"

He was taken back, his hand recoiling.

"No," He responded.

"Stay with me until you remember, then."

[breakerbeam]

oh lord hes cute ,,,, this is so great!!

[mina .]

oh lord hes cute ,,,, this is so great!!

Aaaa thank you !! I’m sure he’d be suprised to hear that haha

[mina .]

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