She looks up to the stars, almost wistfully. It wasn't anything special, and there was no one to remember this memory, but still, in this moment it seemed so very important.
Five minutes later, she didn't remember thinking those things. She lived from one moment to another. It used to be constant, the thoughts constant of what had happened, what was happening, what is to happen. But now, for her, its now.
She stands up, grass in her hands. She doesn't remember pulling it out, she doesn't remember keeping ahold of it, but the grass is there. But she doesn't let go. She knows, still that if she lets go she'll forget she ever had it in her hands. A faint grass stain, and thats all.
She just want to remember, for once.