T/W: Mention of attempted suicide
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Lying alone on the bed, Leslie let her eyes wander to the ceiling. The orange lights cast a faint glow on her countenance. The frowning of her brows expressed concern brewing in her mind.
'She almost ended herself once. That... showed how severe her situation was.'
The memories related to Charlene's confinement six years ago were tainted with misery. Leslie couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason she couldn't sync her memories well with the ones belonging to Charlene.
Grasping the blanket hard, Leslie calmed herself before she let those memories resurface. She particularly brought up the ones after Calliope's abrupt disappearance from Charlene's side.
The more Leslie immersed herself in those heartbreaking memories, the more immense her heartache was.
"W-where's my child? Where's Calliope?"
