#remnante

                She --- who felt the world collapse.  She --- who died alongside it.  She --- who cannot remember the names of her ( only ) two friends, at times, but who remembers perfectly, acutely, the sensation of splitting ribs and slowing heart.  Her broken memories writhe around the look of him, because he is familiar ( a boy with blonde hair and warm eyes and that face ) but wrong.  She doesn’t like it.  She cannot recall much already; to have something which straddles so carefully the line between familiar and sick is disquieting.