There he is, waiting just behind the mouse like the phantom he is. Half-sunk in shadow, the firelight licking him into harsh relief. His expression is veiled, unreadable. But the words hum with an undeniable electric charge.
"The perfect, loving family. So adoring." His mouth twists into a sneer, ugly and pained. "So adoring, they wanted to forget me as soon as I was gone."
But they failed to account for one thing.
They failed to account for just how badly he would refuse to be forgotten; just how fiercely he would cling to the world, and refuse to fade from memory. He will never be an abandoned memory. Not now. Not ever.
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There he is, waiting just behind the mouse like the phantom he is. Half-sunk in shadow, the firelight licking him into harsh relief. His expression is veiled, unreadable. But the words hum with an undeniable electric charge.
"The perfect, loving family. So adoring." His mouth twists into a sneer, ugly and pained. "So adoring, they wanted to forget me as soon as I was gone."
But they failed to account for one thing.
They failed to account for just how badly he would refuse to be forgotten; just how fiercely he would cling to the world, and refuse to fade from memory. He will never be an abandoned memory. Not now. Not ever.