LVII. The Past

There are days in the past that I would just start staring blankly ahead as I let myself get sucked into limbo. It's empty and it's full at the same time. There was darkness as there was light in the distance. I am alone yet I don't feel deserted.

It was all I felt when the memories started to crawl back in. I realize it was a limbo of faded memories and lingering feelings. Feelings that I couldn't put my fingers on in the past but now it's all making sense.

“I thought I’ll found you here.” Came a familiar voice. It was Gustavo Petrov. I groaned. I was sitting on the bench in front of the university I graduated from, going over and over the memories of that night.

I am torn remembering that night, not in a literal sense, thank goodness. I feel like I've been reborn, remembering a fraction of my past but I also feel filthy having been violated.

“Go away, Gus,” I grumbled, swatting him away. He cleared his throat, nudging