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Entry #5: Trickery; Magic - Madeleine
He had thought that he was just tired of remembering her.
She'd invade his senses at the weirdest times: he'd see her in every puddle, find her scent in any alley. He always turned when he passed a brilliant blonde, and even Faye's girly soap would set off her trilling voice in his head.
He knew that she was out there, but the chances of her being on the same planet as him, at the same time and same place, were highly unlikely. Still, he'd hear her name in casual conversation, her low voice in the crowds that ebbed and flowed endlessly around him, and he felt like the worlds were out to fool him. He was convinced that he was being duped by this memory of her; hell, he had almost been tricked into buying her memory, which had felt so damn close on that corner, flowers from a rose vender. She had felt too real that day on that particular corner, so deep in his mind.
And after that incident, he began to realize that it wasn't her memory that made him tired: a lingering sickness that pursued him faithfully; an illness that both pushed him forward and chained him to the past. He hadn't been able to put a finger on it exactly, but when he finally reunited with her, and was able hold her closely, desperately clinging to her dreamy whispers of farewell, he finally understood.
He was tired of her always, always leaving him with the crowds and the magician-rose venders. He was peering a second time around corners because he had heard a laugh like bells and saw her in his dreams because she selfishly clung to his mind, lovingly caressing it with images of reunion. She always left him with dreams, his Julia, and even as her eyes fluttered closed forever, he found that this time was no exception.
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