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nor am I associated with Dean Devlin or Beth Riesgraf.
A/N: Prompt
'Forgotten' from LJ comm 'leverage500'
Perfect and Normal and Cookie-Cutter
They had a nice life, she supposed. There was a patch of lawn in front and a big backyard with a pool and a playset. Their little blond-haired girl looked just like her and everyone said the baby had exactly his eyes. He, him, her husband. They'd had a sweet ceremony six years ago with a few friends. All his, of course. She didn't invite anyone she knew. That would have been a disaster. Sever all ties, the doctors had said. She'd followed orders without a second thought. Besides, now she had new friends. The PTA moms and bunco ladies. Everything was perfect and normal and cookie-cutter.
But she never forgot.
She never forgot the rush of adrenaline, the giddy thrill that took on a life of its own, growing from the tips of her toes and sprouting leaves all the way to the top of her head. Every now and again she would have a brief flash of a memory, a spark of the old days. The good old days.
No one ever knew what happened to her. Nice Guy woke up one morning to find a goodbye note on the pillow and his wife gone. Just gone. They knew she wasn't dead because every now and again huge chunks of money would show up in their account accompanied by a letter in the mail with a few sentences scratched out.
For college – just because I didn't go, doesn't mean you don't have to or Violin lessons for Becky – singing lessons for Chris.
Because, you see, happy pills wear off. Memories haunt and old wants return. Doctors can hide who you are but you can't forget.