Day 45.
"Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse."
I had a dream last night, Chloe. You were there. It's so strange, Chloe, I'm beginning to forget what you look like. Well, not what you look like, I have so many pictures of you. But what you look like when you'd laugh, when you'd fake pout at me to get your will. My memories of you were slowly fading, and hell if it didn't hurt like crazy.
I can't lose what I have left of you.
When I awoke, Aubrey was on the bed, tears on her face. She was speaking softly, but I couldn't really hear her. I managed to make out your name, my name, and what sounded a lot like love.
I don't think she realized I was awake.
Maybe they wouldn't realize if I disappeared either. I could join you, Chloe.