Left Behind
Is this what's left of me?
Wait wait wait.
She reaches out.
She sees nothing.
Who am I?
….
Where am I?
….
She feels something.
It's like it's poking fun at her.
Something wrong.
Who are these people, anyway?
….
Her eyes shift from her trembling hands to the boy trembling in the corner.
Who's that?
….
He cringes as he feels her gaze on him.
She has no identity.
No thoughts, no memories, nothing. Nothing about the Academy.
Nothing about the danger she was in.
Nothing... Nothing...
It pained him to feel so.
He breaks down in tears.
What they wanted had been given to them.
Was it worth it?
….
Would they have done it again?
….
No, no; definitely not.
But it is too late.
What has been done has been done.
Always be careful of what you wish for.
She's broken.
Nothing left, nothing to identify with.
She goes back to her original 'life' with her adoptive grandfather.
"Mi...kan..."
Is this her name?
Or was it simply a label carelessly applied to her, on someone's whim?
She brushes those thoughts away and returns to staring blankly at the falling snow.
I think... I left something important behind.