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100wordsTitle: what was stolen
Original
Rating: G
Notes: It's been a while but I'm trying to write things on a regular basis and my brain ticked excitedly with this prompt, so here we are.
The truth is, you don't remember. You want to believe with all your heart that the world makes sense, that you know left from right, up from down.
But you don't, you don't know a damn thing.
Your fingers brush an empty space, the space where your lover once lay. You know that they had been beside you, but can't recall which side of the bed that had been.
You can't remember anything at all about them, their face, their name, the sound of their voice.
Mourning stole it all from you and she has one hell of a grip.
Original
Rating: G
Notes: It's been a while but I'm trying to write things on a regular basis and my brain ticked excitedly with this prompt, so here we are.
The truth is, you don't remember. You want to believe with all your heart that the world makes sense, that you know left from right, up from down.
But you don't, you don't know a damn thing.
Your fingers brush an empty space, the space where your lover once lay. You know that they had been beside you, but can't recall which side of the bed that had been.
You can't remember anything at all about them, their face, their name, the sound of their voice.
Mourning stole it all from you and she has one hell of a grip.
