That gets his attention back. Lifting his face is slow, eyes still guarded and hesitant. He's not supposed to remember so much, after all. Not supposed to remember being something wrong and a lie.
But he wants to. His body craves to. When he can hear it, his heart screams to.
Can't he drag at least one memory out of the wreck of his life? Why not this one? Why not... Erica?
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Date: 2013-01-03 10:40 am (UTC)That gets his attention back. Lifting his face is slow, eyes still guarded and hesitant. He's not supposed to remember so much, after all. Not supposed to remember being something wrong and a lie.
But he wants to. His body craves to. When he can hear it, his heart screams to.
Can't he drag at least one memory out of the wreck of his life? Why not this one? Why not... Erica?
"It's... allowed?"