Drip drip.
The faucet was dripping again for the umpteenth time.
His eyelids closed over his bloodshot eyes as he sighed in frustration. Begrudgingly he got up from his bed and walked to the sink once again to stop the incessant noise.
Drip drip.
No matter how many times he fixed the sink, the sound of water hitting marble would reverberate through the room.
It didn't matter how many minds he had obliviated through his missions, his own memories would not fade.
He's thought about it before: obliviating himself.
He just wanted to erase the pain.
His shame.
His misery.
His frustration.
His history.
He gripped the edges of the sink with his pale hands. Looking up into the mirror he sought his eyes. They were wary and dull, draped with shadows from haunted nights. Echoed screams lingered on his face while faded anger etched his knuckles.
He gave out a bitter chuckle, empty mirth cut short by the delicate bracelet that tingled on his wrist.
Work was calling. Another memory to be wiped.
Another that was not his own.
Drip drip.