itsallaboutlixxie
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Felix used to think forgetting was a mercy.
There was a night he couldn't remember-just warmth, a voice he didn't recognize, and the feeling of being held like he mattered.
Now, every weekday morning, someone at school looks at him like he's already been abandoned.
Felix doesn't know why.
He only knows this:
whatever he forgot is standing right in front of him.
_Sheen
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