Ivan
At first, I saw nothing but shadows of memories.
There were flashes here and there of a life torn between happiness and grief. There were the moments I spent with Nefra and the ones I didn't. Imagine being six and having a long-distance relationship with someone who meant everything to you. That's what my life was, but as crazy as it sounded, there was some level of stability in the craziness. This one was clear, unlike my real life, where my childhood was withdrawn and confusing. Nefra lived in New York, and I lived in Colorado.
However, as I moved deeper within the void, a place I understood as quiet and peaceful, the memories of a life I'd never lived opened up. I saw it for what it was.
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"I don't understand why she can't move here," An eleven-year-old version of me scowls at my uncle, just having finished a call with Nefra, who had to go. "You said she would be."
