Two hundred eighty seven people, all wiped away from the only person left to remember them.
Her stomach turns as the weight of this sinks into her shoulders. Her voice is barely a whisper, raw, horrified words that slip out without her realizing.] Oh my God.
[This is what he's been dragging around for the better part of a month. Has she even met two hundred eighty seven people? Does she have that many faces in her own memory? He said they weren't all his friends, but—
Her arms around him tighten and she turns her head to bury her face in his hair.] I'm so sorry.
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Two hundred eighty seven people, all wiped away from the only person left to remember them.
Her stomach turns as the weight of this sinks into her shoulders. Her voice is barely a whisper, raw, horrified words that slip out without her realizing.] Oh my God.
[This is what he's been dragging around for the better part of a month. Has she even met two hundred eighty seven people? Does she have that many faces in her own memory? He said they weren't all his friends, but—
Her arms around him tighten and she turns her head to bury her face in his hair.] I'm so sorry.