It wasn't meant to be anything but a way of erasing whatever he'd written before.
There was a tingle that shivered down his spine, a nagging feeling of you did this but without the memory to back it up. His stomach churned unpleasantly.
"He didn't." It was so easy for James to say when he knew that he'd been the author. "It's - it's complicated." He sighed, sitting up and carding a hand through his tousled locks. "I wrote it but - I don't know what happened and I think I've got a form of amnesia and I'm trying to connect the dots enough to fill in the blanks."
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