She was being sent away. We were going to be separated. But why? They said she needed to go to a hospital. But she was not sick.
Hours, days and weeks would pass, and I would be waiting for her. But how long? There would be a day where, I would not be there anymore.
She would forget about me and I would be gone. I would disappear along with all the memories she had of me, of us.
They'd say she'd be cured. But no. I would always be there, at the back of her mind, waiting for her to remember me.
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