It's not okay. There are so many ways that it is not okay. She doesn't know how to feel. She can't tell if she wants to cry or if she wants to ask Xanth all about it because she can't remember and she wants to. It isn't fair, forgetting things like this. It's not right and it shouldn't happen and she wants to understand why and try to make it better.
But she can't.
Because something else is on her mind, weighing down on it. It's almost like it's pushing everything else out and there isn't room any more.]
I'm sorry, I don't remember.
[How could she explain? How could she leave it at that?]
Did I-.
Did she-.
[The words come softer, more distant with each repetition.]
[Commentlog]
[She nods.
It's not okay. There are so many ways that it is not okay. She doesn't know how to feel. She can't tell if she wants to cry or if she wants to ask Xanth all about it because she can't remember and she wants to. It isn't fair, forgetting things like this. It's not right and it shouldn't happen and she wants to understand why and try to make it better.
But she can't.
Because something else is on her mind, weighing down on it. It's almost like it's pushing everything else out and there isn't room any more.]
I'm sorry, I don't remember.
[How could she explain? How could she leave it at that?]
Did I-.
Did she-.
[The words come softer, more distant with each repetition.]
Did I love you too?