"I just wanna forget about it," Pete groans. "But I can't."
She's there: in his head. He could draw her face from memory. Only his memory isn't so right anymore, and in it: she doesn't look crazed like she did; she looks frightened. He has to keep reminding himself that she shot him. It doesn't help that there's no scar.
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"I just wanna forget about it," Pete groans. "But I can't."
She's there: in his head. He could draw her face from memory. Only his memory isn't so right anymore, and in it: she doesn't look crazed like she did; she looks frightened. He has to keep reminding himself that she shot him. It doesn't help that there's no scar.