There was a photo sitting on the corner of her desk, gathering dust. A story was building there but she had no idea who the characters were.

The snapshot was taken with laughable skill, just a brown ball of spiky energy really, along with a flash of silver sulking in the back corner with a splotch of red standing in the foreground where the others should have been standing. It bothers her, that photo.

The story is a tragedy-comedy-friendship-romance with her-or maybe it wasn't her, as far as she knew she'd never wanted to be blond after all- and the forgotten figures of people she'd never met starring (or at least she thinks so). However they still tugged at her memory, as if convinced that she'd know them if they could just find the right comparison.

She doesn't know and doesn't want to know either but it doesn't stop her from unconsciously assisting the familiar strangers in their search through every dream and recollection she's ever had.

The photo helps along with all the other childhood remembrances she's forgotten the origins of. A lucky key chain received at the beach, a picture of a picture, drawn on rocky walls, especially the faint words of a promise made in an awkward time: forever and beyond as long as they are always together.

Pieces are assembled in the process and thoughts are connected to become new revelations, and with a click everything falls into place only to leave her heartbroken from the events she can no longer forget and feelings she won't be able to put a lid on again.