Forget

The night shifts slightly. It isn't a tangible shift but she feels it as though she was shifting with it, so she can't ignore what has happened. A silent breath is on the wind, not quite her own, but she knows it emerged from her body.

"I've been waiting."

The voice is her own, but she does not recall saying it or even attempting to say it. Despite the confusing and disturbing words, she feels oddly comforted that maybe everything would finally be over and she would never have to think about this again.

"You don't remember me," the voice states.

It's true that she doesn't, in fact she hasn't got a clue what's going on, but she feels comfortable with whatever is happening.

Whatever presence was with her disappears and she's left standing in the night, a breeze blowing her hair into her face and she can feel that the world is back to normal. A frown furrows her face as she tries to puzzle out what has happened, but she can't seem to figure out exactly what has her so tormented.

It wasn't that the voice knew her, or that the presence comforted her, it was that she knew that she should remember but she couldn't.

A whisper blows on the breeze. It isn't strong enough for her to catch all of it, but what she does catch sparks a memory that she had long buried deep within her heart in an attempt to forget it.

Soft touches from a stranger that felt oddly familiar and sweet words and promises in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. The same presence from before permeated her thoughts and she knew that this was who she had tried so hard to forget so that she wouldn't have to think about them every waking hour of every day. This was who she had fallen so deeply in love with, that the only way to move on from them, was to pretend that she had never met them in the first place.