A/N: a little longer than a drabble but no where near an actual story...
Flashes of memory a story forgotten by never truly lost locked away in a secret vault that not even the keeper knows about. A sea green mane. A pink uniform. A man with eight arms. The things that should be nightmares. But aren't. For her they are comforting. Why she doesn't know, only that they are precious to her. She is the keeper of the forgotten story that sometimes threatens to rise and overwhelm her. Her life goes before her, but she is stuck with the same dream. It is too real to be fake and too fake to be real. It scares her. Her physical comfort is in the shape of pale sea green pendant shaped like a teardrop and a purple hair tie that never breaks. She is seventy years and still waiting. For what she can't remember but she knows she is waiting. She knows she will wait until her time is done, for that is what fate laid out for her. And strangely, there is nothing that she would rather do than wait, waiting has been her life, it would be odd to change that now. So now she waits, for reality to hit, but whose reality, that is the real question. Her dreams, her life, or something else entirely.
A/N: I really hate when I forget to add disclaimers. Actually I hate disclaimers at any point in time. But that is besides the point. I simply own the idea not the movie…sigh