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kh_drabbleChallenge: [41] Secrets
Title: Buried, Not Forgotten
Words: 367
Notes: This is the first drabble I’ve posted here. I think it turned out alright...
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Say, Kairi, what was your hometown like?
How peculiar it was that any memory of the girl’s pervious life had been washed away, lost to the depths of her subconscious.
You know, where you grew up.
The brunet was not ignorant of this seemingly insignificant detail. How could someone completely forget everything that they’ve ever known? The boy couldn’t help but become curious over the years, if not even a little suspicious of her amnesia.
So he inquired about the day she first arrived, about what she remembered.
I've told you before, I don't remember.
It wasn’t often that he asked her and he never pried. There was always that hope that maybe if he got her thinking, she would begin to remember...
Nothing at all?
Such a simple question....But why didn’t she tell him the truth? She often asked it herself, but deep down she just knew that she shouldn’t.
So, what was she to say when that curious boy asked her to share her memories?
Nothing.
She didn’t remember...not really...
All that ever came to her were glimpses; small bits of information that was difficult to decipher. A flash here, or even a voice there. She detested them more than she could ever hope to put into words.
The red-head wanted to share her troubles with him more than anything! But how could she tell him that she endured so many sleepless nights, haunted by the visions of the day she was sent away from her home? The images of those that were closest to her, to her heart, knowing that the possibility of her ever seeing them again was almost non-existent? How could she tell him that she was unable to escape from that sharp, throbbing pain that spontaneously appeared in her mind, signaling the start of an onslaught of sights that she wished would just vanish? Memories that constantly reminded her of what she would never really be able to remember...
No, she couldn’t tell him. Not about those scattered memories that seemed to struggle to be known, and yet suppressed simultaneously. To do that to him would be cruel... It was her burden, after all. Her secret, and hers alone.
Title: Buried, Not Forgotten
Words: 367
Notes: This is the first drabble I’ve posted here. I think it turned out alright...
~ ~ ~
Say, Kairi, what was your hometown like?
How peculiar it was that any memory of the girl’s pervious life had been washed away, lost to the depths of her subconscious.
You know, where you grew up.
The brunet was not ignorant of this seemingly insignificant detail. How could someone completely forget everything that they’ve ever known? The boy couldn’t help but become curious over the years, if not even a little suspicious of her amnesia.
So he inquired about the day she first arrived, about what she remembered.
I've told you before, I don't remember.
It wasn’t often that he asked her and he never pried. There was always that hope that maybe if he got her thinking, she would begin to remember...
Nothing at all?
Such a simple question....But why didn’t she tell him the truth? She often asked it herself, but deep down she just knew that she shouldn’t.
So, what was she to say when that curious boy asked her to share her memories?
Nothing.
She didn’t remember...not really...
All that ever came to her were glimpses; small bits of information that was difficult to decipher. A flash here, or even a voice there. She detested them more than she could ever hope to put into words.
The red-head wanted to share her troubles with him more than anything! But how could she tell him that she endured so many sleepless nights, haunted by the visions of the day she was sent away from her home? The images of those that were closest to her, to her heart, knowing that the possibility of her ever seeing them again was almost non-existent? How could she tell him that she was unable to escape from that sharp, throbbing pain that spontaneously appeared in her mind, signaling the start of an onslaught of sights that she wished would just vanish? Memories that constantly reminded her of what she would never really be able to remember...
No, she couldn’t tell him. Not about those scattered memories that seemed to struggle to be known, and yet suppressed simultaneously. To do that to him would be cruel... It was her burden, after all. Her secret, and hers alone.
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Date: 2005-11-07 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:26 pm (UTC)Save for a few gramatical errors (which I wont point out) it's good. I like the take you did on Kairi.
I knew there was angst behind the innocence :Ono subject
Date: 2005-11-09 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 06:34 pm (UTC)compared to my stuff it's better[/hates her own writing]no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 06:49 pm (UTC)Besides that, I like your style of writing. It's simple, and yet it digs deep lines... Perhaps I'm just reading between the lines, but it is still a very 'dark' piece, and I adore simplicity despite my infatuation of making things complicated.