---------------------

This is a homemade translation of the original french version. Please excuse me in advance for the typos and mistakes. I hope you’ll enjoy the story regardless ^^

Warnings: this is a story about loss and death and the melancholy around it. Please don’t read if you’re not in the mood for it or if you dislike reading about those subjects. Thank you!

--------------------

Since her partner’s eyes closed, she has lived in a thick mist troubling her senses and her perception of time. Her already long life seemed to be stretching even more.

Even so, after despair coming first, came now an ever-growing fear. Over time, a second loss was waiting for her, lurking insidiously in her mind.

And it was now the memories she had of her partner that were leaving too.

She first forgot her voice, she knew being as sweet and warm as she was bitter and cold at times. Then, she lost her words she remembers cherishing. Her laughs, her sighs, and whispers quietly faded too.

The outline of her body blurred quickly to the point of letting her only the comforting memory of her face for a time. Memory that faded inexorably too.

She was agonizing to see her memories disappear one by one, powerless, and struggled against her mind who was playing this sadistic game with her.

She wished she died with her partner that day and asked herself if a part of her didn’t actually did.

However, she returned to her path of which this relationship had briefly diverted her. And this already cold road, seemed to her even more freezing at her return. Again, she didn’t care about any relationship she made, crossing ages without any bounding.

And yet, at the dawn of the total oblivion of her departed love, she was still agonizing, cursing her mind for torturing her.

She wanted to tie herself to her lost memories, yet her mind only allowed her to think of this woman she met lately.

But struggling even more, she refused to let these last memories go away. She had the duty never to forget them.

Yet she knew she was going to fail this duty so dear to her. And this torpor made her mind sink even more.

Someone knocked on her office’s door, putting an end to her turmoil for an instant.

The mage, getting her composure together, invited the person to enter.

The door opened shyly.

It was her.

Her who was stealing, in her mind, the last memories of her former lover and who was now invading her office with her solar presence. Her guest’s enthusiasm mingled with innocence made a strangely nostalgic. As if her body remembered something despite the effort of her mind to make her forget. Her guest’s look and smile made her shiver and she had to take on herself not to let her eyes become wet.

Then she knew.

She knew that soon she will have forgotten and that her vicious mind would let to her regrets the only hope to start again.

---------------------

Thanks a lot for reading.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Have a great day/evening and take care!

A/C