The days went by, weeks turned into months, seasons changed, summer turned to snow.
Echo and Sierra's friendship had grown stronger and Echo didn't even mind that she was the only one who could remember; 'friends help each other out.' And if Sierra was not able to remember, Echo would be the one cherishing all the memories, in hopes that, one day, they could share them together.
"…And he had a daughter. She was the most precious little girl, I didn't want to leave. It felt, right. For once in my life, it felt so right. I've always been reaching for something in the distance and it's been at my fingertips for so long, close enough for me to almost taste it, yet too far away to reach." Echo was litterly bouncing off the walls from excitement.
The car stopped and out stepped Boyd, who escorted Echo out. "She actually, believe it or not, called me mom. In a diffeent life, it might've been a little weird." Boyd looked her up and down. "And you think that you having 'mom hair' had nothing to do with it?" She hit him playfully in the arm. "Shut up." Echo grinned. "It's been a week and it feels so much longer. I feel as though I really know this guy, he could end up being the one. They could be my family, my home, my heart." The elevator doors opened. "Wait for me?" Boyd nodded and smiled weakly. "I'll be here."
Echo's memory had once again been erased. This time it had been different. A lot of the times it had been different, ever since she had begun remembering things, she had had nightmares.
'The guy with the little girl, who was he?' She couldn't remember his name or his face, just the little girl's. She looked like an angel. Such a beautiful child, but what was it with the little girl and why had she remained, why hadn't she faded away along with her father?
She walked around looking at her surroundings, not with new eyes, but with the same old boring continuity. Everything looked the same to her.
Same old people, same old shower rooms, same old work out equipment. "Echo?" She spun around, it was Sierra. "Hi. Walk and talk?" She continued to explore the halls of her, what should have been unexplored, home. "Echo, wait. Walk and what?" Sierra ran after.
Snapping out of mental dream, Echo realized that the confusion on Sierra's face was nothing but pure. "It's when you walk and you talk, at the same time, saves you what you don't have, which is usually time. Sorry, it's become a habit." Sierra smiled, still confused about so many things, but she smiled and to Echo that was the most important thing. "Did you have another one of those dreams which you talk so highly of?" Maybe she did not understand and maybe she never would, but Echo liked the fact that she was trying.
"I think I did." She frowned upon hearing her own answer. "What was it about?" They walked towards the shower rooms and something felt so utterly familiar about it. The dream telling had reached its end, without Echo even remembering ever having started it. "…And then the monster growled at me. Metaphor much?" Sierra simply shook her head in agitation. "Echo, I don't understand." Echo patted her friend on the head, as if she were a little girl. "That's the secret to life, replace one worry with another."
Lately she had felt that the words coming our of her mouth, were not really her words. They were simply flowing freely and rolling off the tip of her tongue.
"The way you speak, I will never get over it." The girls giggled and parted ways near the shower rooms.
The automatic doors closed behind Echo as she entered, she felt untouchable.
She started to wash her hair. "Hello, Echo." She closed her eyes. It couldn't be. "I've been waiting for you." Slowly she turned around, peaked through squinted eyes, but there was nobody there. 'Where are these voices coming from, what do they want?' Why did the showers play such a big part in both her memory and her dreams? Was it possible that her past had caught up with her, was someone coming for her? Was she really in trouble?
There had to be someone she could talk to, someone who would be there for her.
Who did she trust with her life?
