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That song. Where had she heard that song before?

The melody comforted her, but it was that deep distant voice that brought her to a place she had forgotten. An emotion she couldn’t understand arose in her chest. All of it was too familiar, frighteningly so, to be ignored. She searched her memory past, frantically stabbing at fragments in the dark, willing them to fall in place. 

Then she found him. 

He, the man who loved her. The man who broke her heart. He, the man who was end before there was beginning. Curse him, for she loved him too. She cried as the rhythm reminded her of the short time they had together. As each haunting verse revealed suppressed memories, she glued those fragments together with his voice, and the songs they sang together.

Tomorrow she will forget again. But leave tomorrow to tomorrow. Tonight she will not be alone.