Disclaimers: I do not own anything. This is just for amusement. I do not do this for profit.
A/N: Hope you enjoy.
Summary: Crumble. That's how his world works.
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There is no such thing as forgetting. There is only hiding it; pushing the memories aside and deeper into the recesses of the mind. Forgetting in the loosest sense of the term is easy. But to lose the memory forever… That's difficult to achieve.
Remembering is too easy. Remembering is tough. All one has to do is to think – whether persistently or within a second. It comes in flashes. It can come in glimpses. And sometimes it can crash into the mind in its entirety.
He has too many memories. He doesn't have enough. There are things that he has forgotten. There are things that he'll always remember. Some memories are great. Others are not.
But he has no control. He has never had control. There hasn't been any ounce of it in his hands. He only has illusions of control. But it's never real.
The sense of no control has been increasing as each day goes by. He has been changing. Control was not an illusion anymore.
It didn't exist.
Every night it was like a fever had come over him. There was this overwhelming heat burning his skin. He felt tears roll down his face wildly as he screamed and screamed. And then he'll shake, and never stop as a deep frozen wave of desolation pushed him over.
Every night he had to fight. Every night he had to survive.
He wanted to control. He wanted to be free.
But the memories long remembered disappeared as the forgotten ones surfaced. He becomes numb. His soul is stretched. He becomes empty.
There's no control.
Every night he remembers.
Every night he forgets.
Every night he fights to win.
Every night he works to survive.
But in the end, every night he loses.
And then he crumbles.
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