Memory

 She was drifting away from me again. Her voice; her face; her memory. They were fading rapidly.

I clung onto them in desperation. I had promised her that I wouldn’t forget her but her image was blurring around the edges, memories slipping through my finger.

I almost didn’t recognise the girl that looked at me through the photos. Was she the one that I was trying to remember? I didn’t know anymore.

And it was heartbreaking.

Published by Hannah Rachel

I am a Writer from the North West of England with a passion for books, writing, art and everything creative.

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