Finally all's revealed... kinda. Not that anyone's been badgering me for answers :(

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'thoughts'

"speech"

centered memories

'speech'

Find Your Way.

Can I tell you a story?

He'd woken up sweating, from a dream he couldn't, wouldn't, remember. Somehow he found himself here.

I had a dream. It was a scary dream.

He hadn't been to this place since… well, it'd been a long time. Even when the world had been restored he hadn't come here. Everywhere else, but not here.

The flowers still grew, as beautiful as ever, as if this world had never been torn apart and then put back together. As if they'd never been gone.

We make a promise.

Tipping his head back, he can see the stars in the night sky, shining like they'd never go out. But he knew better now.

We promise to see shooting stars together.

Strange how he could still feel her presence here, her voice whispering in his ear, as though she, too, had never left. But he knew better.

But the thing is I can't remember where I'm supposed to meet you.

The memories were like water trickling, slowly at first, into his consciousness, before gathering pace.

The reason you couldn't find me was because we haven't promised yet.

'Shut up.' He clenched his fists, afraid to face his memories, memories that he'd kept at bay for so long simply by not coming here.

Promised?

They felt so real, as though, if he were to open his eyes, he might actually see them playing out before him.

I'll be waiting for you.

Opening his eyes only meant seeing that he was still alone.

If you come here, you'll find me.

Talking to her had made him come here. He wanted to remember, wanted to know why she didn't think he needed to be forgiven. He'd forgotten about this, about these memories.

I promise.

He sank slowly to his knees, covering his face with his hands, unaware of the tears forming tracks down his cheeks.

I'll be here too. It's a promise!

'But you're not.' He let his hands fall limply to his sides. 'You're not here.'

Next time we'll meet for sure!

'There was no 'next time'. You died.' He felt suddenly angry, the emotion forcing it's way past his guilt.

"You died!" The flower field was silent as the echoes of his angry shout faded away. There was nothing but the wind, cold against the tears on his cheeks. He got up and turned away. It'd been a mistake to come here.

'I really want to see you.'

He stopped dead in his tracks. Her voice was louder, clearer, no longer clouded by time and his memories. His mouth was suddenly dry. "What?"

'I really want to see you.'

His hands balled into fists, his breath locked. He strained to hear her, afraid that this was just another trick of his memories.

'I… I just want to see you so badly...'

She sounded so close, as she had been when he'd talked to her in that other place. She was saying everything he was feeling, everything he wanted to say.

'I really want to see you, but I don't know where to go.'

Her voice had an expectant quality to it, as though she wanted him to reply. He swallowed hard, afraid to believe.

"I'm here." His voice was just a whisper, a mere breath. There was a pause, and then,

'Why…?'

He bit his lip. "I'm 'waiting'… here…"

'For what?'

He could've laughed, at a different time, in a different place. Her voice was curious, intrigued. He could picture her stood with her head slightly on one side as she looked at him.

"I'm waiting… for you… so…" It was harder for him to say than he'd thought; talking to her as though she was really here. "If you come here… you'll find me." He took a deep breath, suddenly aware that his heart was racing. "I promise."

'Thank you'

He didn't know what to make of her response. She sounded relieved, and, perhaps, just a little sad.

'I promise.'