[ There's nothing for a moment, just a heavy pause and the even sound of his breathing. Shouldn't hurt to hear him, he thinks, and it does.
Not as must as the thoughts that flick across his head; sharp, angry, blades in the dark. ]
You forgot me.
[ He could be jumping to conclusions, urged forwards by the panic rising in his throat, might not be. It taste like bile on his tongue, acidic and foul. ]
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Not as must as the thoughts that flick across his head; sharp, angry, blades in the dark. ]
You forgot me.
[ He could be jumping to conclusions, urged forwards by the panic rising in his throat, might not be. It taste like bile on his tongue, acidic and foul. ]
I didn't mean to go.