07-30-2008, 09:19 PM
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The sad fact was, Conri knew that it wasn't something that he would likely ever forget. There was nothing, aside from death, that would ever take away the memory of what he had done completely. Hell, even in death it would find some way to haunt him, he was almost certain. Despite knowing all of this, her words still caused a small amount of hope to bloom within him. How long would he forget? How much relief from the pain and memories would he be given before it all came flooding back to his head? Lastly, was it worth it? Any small amount of peace was worth it, he had decided, and the voice cackled in his head. He only wanted it to all go away. "Make me forget." He told her then, his voice sad and quiet, almost desperate for it. He wanted her to take it all away, swallow it up and toss it aside, even if just for a few brief moments. He would be hers to do with what she pleased, whatever she needed to do, just to give him a short period of feeling normal again. |