Everything kind of flew away after that.

It was as if a sharp wind had blown through me, a gust that uprooted even the strongest trees.

I didn't know how to react to it. I didn't even know why I couldn't react to it.

Her tears. They fell. Like a water's spring.

Ah, I wanted to catch them, to wipe them away. But when I did, a warm, unfamiliar feeling swelled inside me.

What was it?

The ghosts of my past blew around me,
Like howling banshees they returned,
Their faces, names, like fragments shredded at my soul.

I could remember every one of them.

Clarice. So shrill yet vulnerable looking.
Elquien, who betrayed all I trusted.
Jill, lost to another's words.
Mute, her eyes twinkling like the stars.
Jenny, laughing at my determination.
Raven, her hair so long and lustrous.

And more. So many more. Times spent, words whispered, hopes dreamt.

The gusting wind blew.

Ah, I want to catch your tears. Solace and hold us where all we need can be found.

I hear your voice, calling out.

But it is not to me.
Never me.

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Why should I trust what I have never called mine?

"Love is supposed to heal,
But I've had too much pain.
So love is,
To me,
Just another,
Memory."
- Kheldar Blackmane