|Mar. 18th, 2013 @ 02:10 am Memories - a drabble|
First time she met a new one, she was enveloped in memories - rich, vibrant - some bad, a lot good, a few really, really scary ones - enveloped in feelings - twisting and tumbling, remembering…reliving.
She had always wondered why…except she hadn’t really, had she?
Dawn seldom touches new people anymore, but when she absolutely has to, she cringes, inside where no one can see. She’s afraid of what new memories she‘ll be forced to feel…afraid that one day she’ll overload with memories and just explode into a huge bright ball of green light.
Would anyone even know?