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I wanted to run out of the place, but then I remembered that alarming lack of anything at all beyond the windows.
There’s nowhere to run!
Frantic for some distraction, I picked up the envelope, ripped it open, and read. By that point, I’d put two and two together and was able to guess the contents of the letter.
Madam Tina regrets to inform you that she will be unable to spend eternity with you. Cordially yours, T.
That wasn’t quite it; in a way, it was both better and worse than that pithy brushoff.
Scott,
I’m sorry, but I’m not like you and the others. I don’t want to live forever. For what it’s worth I believe your endeavor will prove Bronski was correct.
Regrettably yours,
T
My heart sank.
Isn’t that sweet of her? She hopes that we do retain our memories from cycle to cycle and that she didn’t just condemn me to have my heart broken every four hours for an eternity.
I stood up to scream or punch something.
I saw nothing to punch so, I sat down again and watched my world crumble.
The only upside I saw was I finally realized how I felt about the million-dollar memory question.
I hope I remember this.
The alternative was unimaginable to me.
I must remember all of this.
I closed my eyes and wished it to be true.
All I wanted was to go to sleep and not wake until after the next cycle started.
(to be continued…)
Stories by Shawn 