MONDAY
It was all so unexpected.
It was all so innocent.
A night out, a drink or two, an argument, and a push.
It took so very little to start something so very big.
He didn't mean to hurt him. After all, they were very close friends. He hadn't wanted to come, but he insisted. He convinced him. If he has only left him alone, he wouldn't be in the sorry state that he was in now. It was all his fault.
All. His. Fault.
I'm sorry for breaking you.
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He never imagined anything like this would happen.
Everything was so unexpected.
The argument, the push, the hit, the pain, and then the black.
He never even saw it coming.
And now he has no idea what's going on. He doesn't know who is or, or what he is. Or even what he means. Nothing is familiar. And all he can sense is this faint feeling of…remembrance? All he can remember now is the story of a little kid and his struggle to find his voice. But he can't even find his voice. And it was all his fault.
All. His. Fault.
I'm sorry for being broken.
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And now the question is: Can a broken being survive being even more broken? Or will it just shatter and die?
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This is a preview for a story I've already written (but have not put up yet on ) called Memory Break. If you knew me and read my stories on , then you would know what happens :)
And that's the weekend update! SEE YA'LL ON TUESDAY!