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withusyouwillstay) wrote2015-09-25 07:09 pm
withusyouwillstay) wrote2015-09-25 07:09 pm
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Weeks had passed since his initial foray into Milliways, which was ample time enough to forget it had ever existed.
There was no room where there should not be. There were no people there who should not be.
Not even the sensation of drinking and a feeling of cold sliding down one's throat.
But sometimes. Sometimes, he remembered. When he'd found himself at the window his eyes drifted down towards a bar. There were people laughing. Having a good time.
Seeing them made him remember, but the memory was hard to recall. It was like it had to fight to be remembered, and not held back by whatever it was that didn't want him to remember.
One day, he found himself staring down the road to the bar. As always the figures were hard to make out, but one of them - a woman - made the memory of Milliways claw its way into consciousness.
Was his secret room at the top of the stairs there?
He had to find out...
There was no room where there should not be. There were no people there who should not be.
Not even the sensation of drinking and a feeling of cold sliding down one's throat.
But sometimes. Sometimes, he remembered. When he'd found himself at the window his eyes drifted down towards a bar. There were people laughing. Having a good time.
Seeing them made him remember, but the memory was hard to recall. It was like it had to fight to be remembered, and not held back by whatever it was that didn't want him to remember.
One day, he found himself staring down the road to the bar. As always the figures were hard to make out, but one of them - a woman - made the memory of Milliways claw its way into consciousness.
Was his secret room at the top of the stairs there?
He had to find out...