Day 14- Memory

Memory. . .she was less than a memory.

A faded echo from the past.

Just a puppet who played her part.

'Don't forget me,' the girl pleas.

But of course she knows even this is pointless.

A shadow, a puppet, an empty shell...

She had only ever wanted to live, just a little bit longer, just a little bit more.

At least, even if they all forgot her, she'd still keep all those memories.

And perhaps, when the time comes, that would make it all the worse.

At least she had friendship, even if only the memory of it.

At least she got to say goodbye.

Number 14- Xion, lost from memory.