Remind Me Again

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018  (Tamara’s POV)

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”

~Never Let Me Go; Kazuo Ishiguro

The Amnesiac Files:            

June 08, 2012

Entry #52

It’s #4, Journal. It means sit at the edge of the bridge.

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This is usually one of those days when I just want to curl in bed and feel the upcoming summer breeze on my skin. But then to stay in bed would lead to early signs of being laid back the whole day. Please don’t stress yourself if you think this is gonna be Boy George’s POV. If you miss him, you’ll still hear of him later. You aren’t going crazy or dim sighted. You are just reading this right. I had two straight chapters and the author can only answer that because I have to shut my mouth before I give possible spoilers.

Anyways, I went out to buy myself some Reeses’ and Nutella. You know, chocolates could kill boredom and it’s a remedy to a broken heart. But then I didn’t get my heart broken so boredom it is.

As I was about to leave the store, I noticed a guy walking beside me. He was obviously taller than me and he’s wearing a bonnet to pair my beanie. At first I did not pay attention to him, but that was until I realized he was mimicking me. I have to take matters into my hands of course. Mimicking is a form of insult unless he’s auditioning to become a mime, but he’s not. I was to hit him; but when I turned to him he started walking backwards, his front was to me.

“Hi, TweeTams.” His eyebrows danced, a flirtatious smile hang around his lips. He has his hands on his pockets, giving him the look of a cocky guy.

“Uh—hello.” A couple passed us by but he was able to avoid bumping into them.

“You got a talent for moon walking.” I said in fascination and he grins to me playfully.

“So you notice.”

I stopped walking and he came to a halt. I frowned at him but I couldn’t hide a smile. “What do you want?”

“Just a wonderful day with you.” he prompts. Wow. He’s not wasting much time.

I made myself laugh into this. “You’re funny. But no. I don’t talk to strangers.”

“But you are talking to Me.” he answers me as if I didn’t have a period at the end of my sentence.

I scoffed at him. “No. You’re not talking to me. You are flirting with me.” um, quotation marks and emphasis on the flirt word please.

“Flirting?” he raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re assuming.”

I gape at him. “Look, I don’t know you. The last thing I want is to flirt with you—“

“Then stop flirting with me.”

I gasped but it sounded more like a shock wave on loud speakers. My exhaustion gained him a victorious smile.

“Come to Troll Bridge with me.”

I snorted. “You mean Toll Bridge. What is this, Once Upon a Time?”