“It requires eye contact and nothing else. I will share with you the memories, the happier memories, of my life with your father. Would that help you trust me?”

Forgotten Memories

I watch as my mother moves the slit in her toga, revealing a dagger strapped to her thigh. She unsheaths it, showing me the deadly metal shimmering in the sunlight.

Opening Night

“Just because we grew apart doesn’t mean I don’t still love you.” He clears his throat. “As one of my best friends.”

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