“It must be hard to not remember someone who loves you, learn to love them again, and then find out they’ve forgotten you. Thinking about it feels like someone walking over my grave.” And, oddly, so weirdly that he couldn’t shake the feeling, made him feel empty, as if he had missed two steps while going down the stairs. “One of the people who lost his memories said something about how forgetting was worse, and I don’t understand,” said August. “You can’t be sad about something you’ve forgotten.” “Can’t you?” Father mused. “Feels more like fear, then. Fear that there’s something just around
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