DISCLAIMER: show not mine, characters not mine. Will totally update the other shit I have to update, but only when I can, huh? 'kay. This is a oneshot, set during no particular time. Destined to be short and lame. Thank you for reading.
The worst part about memories is that you remember them. They're burned into your mind, and when you forget something, you know it was something important. Somehow, you can never forget the bad things. I've never forgotten the bad things. Like Ben, or Tinga. Like Zack, wherever he is now. I've never forgotten, and I'm not sure I ever will. They can try and try, but those pale ghosts of my mind will always exist, and always haunt. I can still hear Ben's voice in my head, pleading. I can hear the same voice every single day, a little more chipper, so I doubt that that helps. Every time I look at him, so perfect, so broken underneath that facade, I can hear Ben. Can see his tears, and his blood. His hopes, fading from those perfect green eyes. I'm lucky, because there are no other clones in my life. No clone of Tinga, or of Zane or Zack or Eva. I don't have to see them, although they will never leave my mind. Maybe that's why Ben's death always hits me the hardest. He was my brother, but so was Zack. Zack looked after me a lot more, and played so many roles. But I can try to forget. With Alec around, I'll never be able to erase the memories. How that smile Alec wears so well when I'm around is only something of a facade, and how Ben's used to be so genuine. When he told stories, when we played games. He was always so happy, carefree because of his misplaced faith. And I took that from him. Took his happiness, took his smile. Alec wears it with a difference, and sometimes I know that that smile is my fault. That he's giving it back to me. But I can never forget.