I'm hearing myself think too clearly.

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Forgotten
Saturday, October 16, 2010 || 1:19 PM

Another day, another passing of the sun across the sky. The days almost seemed mundane. Nothing seemed to happen anymore and life had gone back to its usual rhythm. What was this absolute boredom?

A sharp pain suddenly gripped his head and he staggered backwards from the edge and closed his eyes against the onslaught of it, pressing the back of one hand to his forehead, frowning through the harsh pain which peaked then waned slowly until it vanished suddenly, leaving him completely as though it had never been there.

He straightened slowly. Something was wrong.

It was a feeling he constantly had these days. Ever since the headaches had started to plague him, they had grown in strength. At first, just a dull ache that persisted for hours, a thought nagging him from the edges of his mind ; now it was short bursts of pain that sometimes lasted for minutes on end, something pressing on him from the edges of his mind, pressing on him to remember.

Remember what?

What was this sudden thought that he was trying to remember? Something he should have remembered. Something important. Something-or someone?-that at once both set a craving in him to see and a burning need to take out his anger on someone.

A flash of black hair, a warm smile...

He seemed to have forgotten someone.

Someone important. Someone...precious?

But who?

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