In the very end, people can't forget. No matter how they try to move on, past will always appear, reminding all the burden they've carried so far. Reminding that they can't get off it, no matter how hard they try. Like cursed, shadows, torturing any hope there might be left. Never forget. Is this the punishment for managing to feel happiness, even for this little time? Thoughts are overflowing through her mind, but the ability to feel emotions is blocked. Her hands are trembling, her eyes would remain shut. She might seem hurt, but she's just apathetic.
Always remember. A fragile body surrounded comfortingly by two, strong arms, its heartbeat grew stronger out of agony, as lips were sliding over smoothly. Is this what I've been longing for? This addictive breath, coming out of his lungs and getting inside me?
"Yume"- a whisper to her ear.
People can't really forget. But when memories are so uplifting, it's not punishment after all. It's a blessing.
