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Nostalgia | A short story Model: Erin Marynowski

It's funny, you think.

How times works. Where you are. Who you've become.

You've have scenes of humble, predicted memory, rippling and tearing at your chest the like the way you remember how dreams could.

Naturally, you'll begin to wonder when it began.

When you knew you could feel. Before you knew you could think.

You'd wrap yourself in the stars at night, if you could see them. You would blanket yourself in the universe.

You would cradle the moon.

Or maybe you'd meet an enemy. A personified embodiment of self-unanimous dislike, but it pulled at a string that, for some reason, made you feel alive.

And as reluctant as you are to admit it, this scares you.

Because you've lost track of how many people it took to become you.