Avaeana. Her real name was Aevangelina. Avaeana was her first middle name. Amaeri being her second. But I never called her Aevangelina. Always Avaeana. Because she was a copy of the woman she shared that name with. Her grandmother. She was beautiful, she was mine. But eventually, I had to let her go. She was stolen from me. But no matter what I tried, I could never forget her. She was literally /in my veins/.
I thought she was dead. I wished she were dead. However bad that may sound. It would've been better if she was. I could've handled her disappearance better if she was. They said they would kill her. They even sent me a picture of her dead body. So who was that working in the bookstore across the street?
Avaeana herself.
In the flesh.
I dreamed that she was actually alive.
I wished she was.
So why was I avoiding her?
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Because she didn't remember a thing.