And just like that…. she comes back to break me. She, the loving phantom from my dreams, from my nightmares… the spectra of my joy and my torment. Oh those soft spots in their porcelain soul; how can you protect against such innocent cruelty?
“Do you remember…”
the pause is noxious…
“…that…”
and she goes silent.
My breathe stops: I know this moment. This is a moment I constantly dread; it's a moment that is just inevitable.
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