Chapter Eight

You think I'd know better all these months later, months I've spent letting my memories of you fade away. Or I believed that they were, until I found myself unwillingly occupying the chair next to you. Hardly half an hour I spent in your company, insignificant compared to the many months that I haven't. Unfortunately this sensible piece of logic was lost amongst the destruction that your mere presence had wreaked upon any form of defense that I had built up. Inexplicably and acutely aware of the way your hands cut through the air while you spoke, I hid behind my barely standing mask of normalcy as the unrestrained memories flooded my senses. Memories of the feel of your skin against mine, the echo of your heartbeat as it would lull me to sleep ,  the sheer comfort of you presence, all as fresh as the day we made them, threatening to drag me into the void I thought I had left them in. I said my polite goodbyes soon enough, all my reserve energy used up in maintaining some semblance of social decorum. The chaos slowly quieted as I walked away, settling as a deathly silence in my mind, a single thought weakly running through my mind, asking myself, how, on earth. Had I even let this happen.