He'll never forget how sad her eyes looked, how sad and empty.
It was such a strange expression, but then again every time he'd seen Alice she'd been alive.
Now she lay still.
This isn't the real Alice he tells himself.
It's just a fragment, a memory of something that happened a century ago. His Alice was locked away somewhere waiting for him to rescue her.
He tries and tries to convince himself of this but he can't stop staring; just as he can't stop his feelings of sorrow and guilt.
This Alice and the one he knew were one in the same.
These were her memories; this was her life, and her inevitable end.
His already fragile mind is beginning to shatter and break because the truth is too much for him.
Alice is dead and he wasn't there to save her; and he can't take it, can't take it, can't take it.
He doesn't want it end like this, and he won't let it either.
So he does something, something he knows he shouldn't, something that if he was in his right mind he would have never considered.
It's decided he is going to take away all her pain and make it so she'll never be hurt by these memories ever again.
After all he just wants to make her happy; he failed before but not this time.
No things would be different he'd make sure of that.
Anything that ever brought his Alice pain, that ever made her cry he'd make it disappear.
He'd erase this whole world if he had too if only to make her smile.
So he asks Alice, what is it she fears what is it that hurts her.
And in a broken voice she tells him that the thing she fears most is her.
For a second he is confused and he doesn't know what to do.
He wants Alice to be happy but if Alice is causing her own pain does that mean he should erase Alice.
He thinks for a moment longer and then smiles.
He promised nothing would hurt her and so nothing shall.
End.
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