"If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't have believed otherwise."
All but dust, and it was so disappointing.
"Right? What was it... sublime. Pure perfection beyond imagination."
It's sickening. So tender, yet lifeless. The memories, the pure bliss they felt, had vanished.
"And your name?"
"Forget about it."
Forget about it. Forget about it.
forget about it. forget about it. forget about it.