September, 1967
06:33am
Here there is no one to turn to. I only have the voices in my head to keep me company.
I feel conflicted. I know there is good within me, though I have not seen it in a long, long time.
I hate this person I have become. I hate even more that I cannot remember the person that I once was.
VOUS LISEZ
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
