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It was so long ago, but the memories hadn’t faded. Some days they ran wild in his head, taking over so he couldn’t think of anything else; leaving his mind feeling foggy the scar on his chest throbbing. He wondered if he would ever be able to completely move past that experience; if he would ever be able to hear a car backfire or a screen door crash without his heart racing.
There was one memory from that time that wasn’t entirely horrible: her face looking down at him. He still had her, thank God – and he did, every day.
#ThursThreads : It was so long ago, but the memories hadn’t faded.
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