forgotten memories III
It was hard remembering.
He tried hard though.
But it was hard.
Bits and pieces came to him so easy. But remembering the whole story was hard.
Maybe he should've told Pitch. But he didn't.
Jack was interested in the girl.
It was only her room out of the whole world where the frost wasn't tainted. It was pure frost. No black sand. Just frost.
Why her?
Why was she special?
He couldn't figure out.
Until the window was left wide open one day. He walked in curious.
His eyes wandered around the room. Everything was everywhere. As he stepped forward, he noticed something on the floor. Gold sand.
His head filled with images of a man made out of golden sand.
"Sandman." he whispered. The name sounded so foreign to his mind, but it was so familiar to his mouth.
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