The Fragments I Catch of Dying Memories
23. Time Passes
'The world just doesn't stop. I've got school; you've got a few more days in the hospital to recover, then bed-rest at home. Things just go on, and even though we were together for a bit, we're apart again.
Part of me is relieved my old life is still there, but most of me feels…unsettled. The Digital world was my life; it became my life. What I'd left behind feels like a sad imitation now.
Talking to you on the phone is so strange; you sound distant, like you're confused or can't remember or you just can't stay focused…or something.'
