Moment
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Every memory is worth remembering, she told herself once. No matter how bad or grotesque, it's still one of the many parts that form you now.
Murrue Ramius found her own words backfiring full force at her two years later, after recovering the battered Neo Lorrnoke on a stranger's battleground. The man had got up with all his might when she approached him, and the first thing he did was aimed his gun at her. As her soldier's instinct kicked in, Murrue reached for the pistol safely tugged beside her waist, conveniently forgetting to remove the weapon's safety lock. His hair has grown much longer during the past year, and there's that obvious scar below his eye, but Murrue only noticed how he stared at her with those indifferent eyes.
As if she was a stranger.
Miriallia looked up from the teacups much later, and glanced at the woman across the room. "Captain...are you okay?" She sounded a bit worried, at least.
Leaning on her bedpost, the older woman sighed heavily. "This time Natarle's not around to yell some senses back into me, Milly. So I'm gonna sit through this like an adult."
"But I'm sure he only injured his head somehow and lost his memory," The girl paused, reconsidering her next words. "I believe he would regain them... someday."
Someday, someday could be an eternity away, and Murrue wished that Miriallia wouldn't try to concoct a white lie so sweet, so fake that she practically felt like bawling all over again. Because being forgotten is worse than death.
There was a time when they're just Murrue and Mwu, not Captain Ramius and Lieutenant Fllaga. Then again, all those thoughts were cut short when she found Neo Lorrnoke's arms wrapping around her body. His touch felt strangely foreign and familiar at the same time.
Nobody could predict the future, and for now Murrue wanted to trust only in this moment.