Armagnac. A piece of her she hadn’t realized she was missing. Of course, she knew something had been missing, but she hadn’t thought it to be a voice inside her head. It didn’t even make Sherry blink, that’s how right it was to have that voice in her mind. Armagnac’s voice was a comfort, a peace.
It settled her, eased her to know she had that voice back.
Even with the comfort Armagnac provided, Sherry was not at ease. There were still things to be done, things to unlock.
Not to mention questions to answer.
Yet it is. Sherry touched her lips. Two. She had two memories in which they kissed. She could almost feel it now, the sensation of his lips on hers.
Yes. She remembered them fighting, perhaps. But most of her memories were of them as friends…or something more. Maybe. It was possible her feelings now were coloring those memories with shades of…
Then there was the way she felt that day. At the rest stop. Her heart had bottomed out. She’d missed him, and he left. It shouldn’t have hurt. She’d seen him before, at the other one, and he’d left before her. This time… he didn’t even acknowledge her.
Sherry bit her lip, trying not to cry. Of all the things in the world, why did
this make her heart hurt? Why not the memory of death? The memories of killing monsters? The memories of being lost and confused and hurt? Why this? Why now?
“I just, want to talk to him. He remembered my name when I didn’t remember his. Maybe… he remembers more?” Tears. Why were there always tears? “I know he’s important to me, but I don’t know how. I think I know how….but he… It hurts, Armagnac. Make the hurt stop.”
Sherry shook her head. That was just it. She knew it was solid. She knew how she felt. She still had trouble voicing it, it was still new and confusing, but she knew how she felt when she saw him. She knew how she felt when he had kissed her. Maybe the memories were tainting her, or she was tainting them. But she knew what he meant to her.
She needed to know what she meant to him.
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