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Sophie

The haze that settled over her mind drifted lazily. It was slow and dark, and smoky. Somehow it was worse than than the shadowy beast that still haunted her when she was last awake. When was that... it felt like yesterday and a million years ago all at once.

Her mind drifted to a scene. It was impossible to tell if it had happened or not. Or if it was even someone she knew, but the name, Foster felt familiar.

"How did you find me?"

"You don't exactly blend into the crowd"

"Why are you here, Foster."

"Because It's been eight years. You promised I could come get you in eight years."

"I should have said ten."

"Why?"

"Because everything seems to go blurry
after that. It's better if you all forget me"

"That's not an easy thing to do."

"Why?"

"Perfection can't be erased."

There was the boy again. The one with the blonde hair, then the girl with brown eyes. Who were they? Why did she know them? There were too many questions. No answers. Just a Hazy fog, that made everything disappear the moment they appeared.

Back into the fog.

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