49. Abyss
Memories about you aren't replaced but simply lost in a black hole; an abyss,
with more and more fragments pilling up one after the other, forming a heap.
Over time that heap has become a volcanic mountain, making even the first letter of your name or the faint smell of your hair lingering somewhere in the air to become a stimulus powerful enough to cause an eruption;
one potent enough to stir up my dormant heart, tormenting my soul to run away from this abyss to the next.
~ Rithin.
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