Memory

Quistis can’t believe all the things that she has forgotten.

In an instant the world has become brand new. The people she names now as friends were the same she had once named as family. They had been so close, and she hadn’t remembered any of it.

She glances over at Selphie who seems just as overwhelmed and confused. She lightly touches the brown haired girl’s hand as if longing for a trace of familiarity that doesn’t come.

When their lips touch she waits for Selphie to pull away first.

This I’ll remember, she thinks, and almost lets herself whisper.