It was there again--that beautiful voice that only she could hear…
So many years had passed since she'd last heard it that she had actually forgotten it. It only rose from the murky depths of her hazy childhood memories about a week ago. After breaking up with her long-time (and first) boyfriend, she'd drank the entire night with her sister comforting her. It was unusual for her to drink as she could not stand the taste of alcohol (unlike her younger sibling), but the guilt and heartsickness continued to eat away at her, so she allowed herself to sink into oblivion which such poison granted. Had she done the right thing? He was a nice guy, but she just couldn't seem to feel "right" with him...but there was no reason for it. Had it been for the best?
It had taken until the next morning for her questions to be answered. Suffering from a minor hangover, the hapless girl began to hear words whispering into her mind. Memories--forgotten until now--slowly seeped in over the next few nights. Everything from strangely-dressed men to uttered phrases in what she believed to be Latin began to intrude on her thoughts. It didn't take long for her to realize these things were memories--she just wasn't expecting the vividness of it. It took all of her years of pretending things were okay to mask the unsettled mess she'd grown into. That, and her sister's willingness to listen to her--and believe her--helped keep her teetering on the brink of insanity…
She only prayed that she wouldn't plunge in...