He called himself Thanatos this time.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7CfwiYnwRC
Said he’d worn the name longer than my tavern’s roof has creaked in winter.
He did not drink.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYAIma8BLfU
He spoke.
“You’re tired. You could come with me. You deserve to be unmade.”
“I am made of others” I replied. “I cannot unmake without forgetting.”
“You are hiding.”
“I am holding.”
“You believe memory wards off oblivion?”
“I know it does.”
He leaned close. Close enough to feel the echo of void where his breath should be.
“Even the most remembered are eventually forgotten.”
“Then I will remember them longer.”
He laughed, quiet and kind. That was the worst part.
“You are the most stubborn man I’ve ever failed to take.”
And just like that, he was not there.
No exit. No aftertaste.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAg7JvLKtCS
And the logbook, open to this page. Ink already drying.
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