wildfairy:

in the future, love is a punishable crime. so when they found us together, they stripped away our memories and feelings and sent us away to enslavement camps. you were in the business of learning how to preserve memories so the day before they took us you put them into baggies marked with our name. while i was away, i made friends with a blue-haired girl with a dragon tattooed onto her arm and she breathed smoke during the day but cried herself to sleep at night. together we organized a break out and you were driving the getaway car but we looked right past each other like we had never changed each other’s worlds. you told us you had heard talk about a group of rebels that were keeping memories preserved for anybody that came looking. when we showed up, the guy behind the counter’s eyes lit up and he didn’t even have to ask your name. the blue haired girl took hers first and her face fell slack and she cried when she remembered her little sister and how she’d stolen food to keep them full during the winter and she’d been caught. she peered into my bag afterwards, it was overflowing and she told me to be careful because that much emotion was sure to bring on a migraine. you were hiding behind the counter and avoiding eye contact. i finished my bag and the girl sat clutching my hand when i began to sway and when i looked back up you were watching me and now we were both in on the secret. and we had found each other again, and again, and again, and in another lifetime and in another world.