"I don't remember," he clarifies, the syllables stretching out on the last word as if he can't settle on whether he's making a statement or asking a question. Both, maybe, when his memory can't catch onto anything solid except emotion. He knows, now, with an unsettling level of personal clarity, that she has always held the power to unmoor him and send him adrift.
He is sure he must have loved her, once, but this version of himself isn't sure what love even is.
"Do you know what they did to you?" he asks, eyes unfocused, fixed on the middle distance.
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Date: 2014-09-04 10:11 pm (UTC)He is sure he must have loved her, once, but this version of himself isn't sure what love even is.
"Do you know what they did to you?" he asks, eyes unfocused, fixed on the middle distance.