42 - Starting To Remember

Chloe Jane

I remember everything.

Every face, every future, every fate. I’m starting to remember the vivid ‘dreams’ I’ve been having, and I don’t know how to feel about it. It’s fascinating, I must admit; but it leaves me more drained than anything else.

Ruin has caught me ‘spinning’ every day so far this week, and even though it’s something that should be expected, I don’t miss the concern in his tone. I’m sure he never wanted this for me; this huge responsibility. He doesn’t have to say much, I can feel it through his mark.

Laying on the sofa, I sling an arm over my eyes, trying to shield myself from the onslaught of memories and visions that refuse to give me peace. My head hurts, a dull, persistent ache that throbs in time with my heartbeat. It’s too much, sometimes, this constant barrage of information, of lives that are not my own yet somehow are.

The weight of my new reality presses down on me, a constant reminder of who and what I am. The spinning, the seeing of fates—it’s all