Screaming.
You were screaming.
I heard you screaming even though I'm unconscious.
Unconscious. Floating. Nothing.
Happy.
I felt you pull me out. Until the water stopped seeping into my lungs. The weight of my clothes weighing me down. Like his hands. His hands.
I don't want to live to remember that.
I felt you carry me. Until my bones stopped aching against the marble.
I felt you trace one of the scars, the ones I don't want to remember. The bruise on my wrist that won't go away. As you look at them, I can feel you relive the anger, the disappointment — that day.
That day seems like yesterday. I don't want to remember. I don't want to live to remember. I don't want to be hated anymore because of that, of something I didn't do.
I think you noticed, every memory almost tattooed into my broken down existence...until I began to stop trying. When did I stop trying?
Hey, please listen to me.
Can you finally hear me?
After all these years I can finally feel my lost friend come back.
I felt you.
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