September, 1949
05:10am
I've never felt so alone.
Or at least I don't think I have ever felt this alone before. I remember having a family. I only wish I could remember their faces. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't feel so lonely.
I see my mother in my blurred memories, but as soon as the picture grows clearer, she's gone. Writing these bits and pieces of my memories only helps in the slightest; I'll have forgotten about writing this by the time they're putting me back in Cryo.
I'll have forgotten everything by the time they're done with me. I always forget; they make sure that I always forget.
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Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
