Blurred Images
kiss our bruises 'till they fade. – NextGen drabble collection
for Alice. (watching stiricide)
It's the wisps of silent memories that haunt her.
The newly developed photographs, little figurine dolls of hers, books laying half-opened, and the flickering light bulb creating shadows in the dark room fill her with nostalgia.
Maybe the memories of it would worry her.
(of course)
But she will never forget what she did.
Nevertheless, neither would she.
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