57th of Spring, 522 A.V.
Cleon had been sitting on the edge of his bed for almost half a bell when he looked up from the book in his lap. The impossible book from his impossible journey out into the jungle with someone he couldn’t even recall beyond the little note he kept from their first night in the Inn.
Although it hadn’t been that long ago, already his memories from that time were fragmented and scattered from the moment he had left the inn to the moment he had returned while the after and before remained crystal clear. It remained disconcerting to say the least, although this book was helping him recover some of what was lost.
He could remember flashes of insight, things he had repeated to himself over and over so that he could recall them now but their half of the conversation was absent. It was almost as if he had been talking to himself the entire time he had been out there.
Of course it was eerily reminiscent of their first night in the Inn which only troubled him further. Not because he was worried about his own sanity, but because he was worried about the sanity of the person who couldn’t be remembered.
There had been times in his life where he would have thought that almost a gift but that was before he had someone in his life that depended on him. Now he could see the horror in that curse because if Faye truly forgot him he didn’t think he could survive that sort of heartbreak.
Morose, he sat up from the bed to walk over and lean against the wall as he steadied himself. He felt like he ought to do something about the pain he felt in his chest, but it was hard to think of just what when his head swam from just walking a few feet. This curse was getting more troublesome by the day, and if he didn’t find an outlet for some of his desires, he was going to burst from the internal pressure.
Shaking his head vigorously, he tried to push such thoughts in the back of his mind as he turned back to the book. He’d left it open to the first page as the rest of it remained as blank as it had when he had checked it yesterday. The only thing that had changed about it was that the first page was different. He was very sure of that fact even if he was having trouble remembering the rest of the day.
WC- 425
Although it hadn’t been that long ago, already his memories from that time were fragmented and scattered from the moment he had left the inn to the moment he had returned while the after and before remained crystal clear. It remained disconcerting to say the least, although this book was helping him recover some of what was lost.
He could remember flashes of insight, things he had repeated to himself over and over so that he could recall them now but their half of the conversation was absent. It was almost as if he had been talking to himself the entire time he had been out there.
Of course it was eerily reminiscent of their first night in the Inn which only troubled him further. Not because he was worried about his own sanity, but because he was worried about the sanity of the person who couldn’t be remembered.
There had been times in his life where he would have thought that almost a gift but that was before he had someone in his life that depended on him. Now he could see the horror in that curse because if Faye truly forgot him he didn’t think he could survive that sort of heartbreak.
Morose, he sat up from the bed to walk over and lean against the wall as he steadied himself. He felt like he ought to do something about the pain he felt in his chest, but it was hard to think of just what when his head swam from just walking a few feet. This curse was getting more troublesome by the day, and if he didn’t find an outlet for some of his desires, he was going to burst from the internal pressure.
Shaking his head vigorously, he tried to push such thoughts in the back of his mind as he turned back to the book. He’d left it open to the first page as the rest of it remained as blank as it had when he had checked it yesterday. The only thing that had changed about it was that the first page was different. He was very sure of that fact even if he was having trouble remembering the rest of the day.
WC- 425
