Avatar Author: sesquipedalian Blah. Well, I also have an account on Protagonize, so I'm not on here all that much. Every now and then, though, I get a chance :) That said, BLAH. I don't really want to write much about myself right now. Read Bio

Some names are more difficult to bring to mind than others. Tiny reminders sent to my train of thought to help me know what’s happening.

A person is standing outside, a girl, with light hair and a bright smile. I go straight toward her. She’s facing me, but can’t see me. No one can see me. Not even myself.

At least, I don’t think I can see myself. I can’t remember ever trying.

But it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, nothing ever has. Not since I can remember. Just follow the wind to where it takes me, that’s what’s always happened, I think.

I flow right through the girl, and a shudder rolls through her body, like a ripple in a pond after a leaf lands on its surface. Or maybe I just imagined it. But I look back, and her smile isn’t so bright.

But maybe it was never bright to begin with.

I flow on.

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