She’d rather go out with me. My head whirls a mile a minute, recalling a talk I had with Luna pre-amnesia. She told me about a past I wasn’t a part of. Where she would sneak out. Where she would ditch her bodyguard. Where she would explore Center City late at night with no friend or family in tow. This time, it’s different. This time, she wants to do everything with me. And she has no clue she’s subconsciously replaying events of her life but including me in them. How do I even tell her? Am I supposed to? Don’t fuck up her recovery.
