I was once alive.
Well, 'alive' is a vague term. I breathed, ate, slept – but I didn't really live.
I lived in a twilight zone of sorts – just aware enough of the light breaching through the surface, but still drowning, nonetheless.
Come to think of it, I always liked marine life and the oceans.
Somebody long ago said that it matched my eyes, but I can't remember who, another silhouette lost in the distance.
Memory fades when your dead, as you wander aimlessly in the invisible plateaus for eternity.
I want to write it down before I forget, and even as I write I feel it slipping through my fingers like water.
I remember wearing a necklace – was it a clam or a crab? I remember the moon shining above me. I remember the boom of the fireworks, the smell of the grass after rain.
I remember someone who would hold my hand, and who would whisper my name quietly in places only we could hear, because we were special.
I remember singing a song for him – something about love – but I forgot what love felt like.
He... he- what was his name again?
I remember his features, striking yet sublime, I just can't quite place who-
What was his name again?
I love you, Childe.
What was his name?
I
I...
I... forgot.
You are my sun.
My mind feels dizzy – a swirl of thoughts, memories, words, voices threaten to submerge me.
Why did you do this?
I hear his voice piercing through the perplexity, and I have the urge to cry.
Who is he?
I... don't know.
Would he disappointed in the fact that I can't remember? Is he even alive anymore? Where-
No, I must get back to the task at hand.
What else do I remember?
I love you.
This is how you fall in love.
But... what is love?
And... who are you?
I will always remember you, Childe.
I don't think I can say the same thing back.
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*insert your name vibes here*