THE ICON FOR THE REPRESSED MEMORY. I'M ON MOBILE CRIES
Memory Meme ;
✖ - a repressed memory
A blur of colours and muffled sounds of laughter greeted this boy’s -- this girl’s senses. She would vaguely remember a pair of cold hands grabbing onto her own; dragging her into a game. God, how childish. But she would follow suit, dancing amongst the blurry figures of what could be human. The only colour she could make out of the whole place came from the person who dragged her into this. A pair of turquoise irises -- much like her own. Except that he had both eyes this way.
She can barely make out carefree laughter, the most noticeable one being from the boy earlier. It confused her as to why this one person seemed to stick around in her memories more than the others. A clue to getting them back, maybe? Her memories? Maybe he had meant something to her in the past. Maybe someone important?
“I can’t believe you’d forget.”
Forget? Forget what? She blinked, looking straight at the stranger-- ah, how nice it was to see that they were of the same height. But the most important question was -- why was he asking? Did this happen in the memory? Asking about her forgetting something----
And the other’s words would slowly seem to fade away, as he himself disappeared along with his voice, and she would be alone again, more questions in her head than ever.
Ah, but.
The very next moment, as mismatched hues opened to be stung by the glare of the morning sun, the dream / memory would disappear. Things like these were meant to be forgotten. By Kei, at least.
