“I suppose it’s nothing too out of the ordinary,” Irene began as she walked back to her seat and settled in. She heaved a sigh before taking a sip of her drink. “I was friends with someone long ago. I fell in love with him but didn’t have the courage to tell him until it was too late.” Was she separated from this enough to talk about it? There was a dull ache that had resurfaced in her chest, one she attempted to force to the side by taking another sip. Letting the liquid warm her throat.

“In that time he’d met and fell in love with someone else. I left the country, they got married and lived happily ever after. I came back, got attacked by dragons and…well, long story short I had my memory modified to get rid of him, but it didn’t seem to stick.” She shrugged. At least not in the way she’d intended it to. Her memories were still gone, but the journals she’d found from her ‘past’ self certainly filled her in on enough.

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