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ForgottenIs he ever going to get better?Forgotten by Harlequin-Werewolf
I sit on the edge of the forest, my legs hanging over the edge. The moon is high in the sky now, casting white light across the cliff. I should be dead, I think but he saved my life. I look back to the tree line and I can just pick him out between the branches. Thankfully he’s still asleep and I let out a breath wondering as the weight on unknowing crushes against me.
He had done so much for me: He had kept me safe while we ran but he was getting worse. Every day he forgot more. He would wake up asking why there were scars on his arms and why there was cool metal grafted to his skin like shining plates of armour. I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know why they had done this to him but it pained me to watch him struggle.
The clouds shifted around the moon as the wind dragged them far away. I had no idea what to do and the longer we waited in the woods, the worse he got. We needed help, fast, or we were going to starve before we made it thr