Forget-Me-Not, Ten/Rose, Adult
She smiled up at him, and gently tugged him forward, to stand so close their bodies nearly touched. “Do you remember?” she asked, her voice nearly a whisper.
He frowned, a wave of uneasiness washing through him. There was so much he couldn't remember. “Remember what?”
“Your name.”
He thought carefully. A name,
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He grinned suddenly, fiercely, because that was what he did when the terrible weight of his shrouded past threatened to engulf him, that sense of lurking, obscured horror that made him think it was perhaps a mercy that he had forgotten.
That sentence took me by the throat and shook me.
Amazing!
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