SOREN BOWERS
xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
xxxkept my fears in a suitcase
A display of ornate masks had caught Sorenās attention, just for long enough that he also didnāt see the man about to walk straight into him. The collision was hard enough that Sorenās still full cup of apple cider went flying from his hand and landed somewhere behind him. But Sorenās attention was fixed on this man. For a brief, fleeting moment of a second, there was a rush of emotion, and Soren wasnāt even sure how to put them into words. He had so much to say, so much to apologise for, so much to-
And then just like that, the moment was gone, and Soren found himself staring at the manās face, scrambling for memories that werenāt there. But he knew that he knew this man somehow, that there had been something there once upon a time, but he couldnāt remember what. Frustration grew inside him, so much that he almost missed the manās words. He forced a smile, shrugging a little.
āItās fine, theseā¦ these things happen,ā he said. At the offer of being bought another drink though, he raised an eyebrow and smiled. āSure, if youāre offering.ā He reached out and grasped the manās hand for just a moment, and again, there was that rush of emotion, the beginnings of memory, and then it was gone again, and Soren shoved his hands back into the pockets of his jacket. His skin tingled at the memory of the touch, but the question of whether or not he was from around here quickly distracted him as they stepped back into the queue for the apple cider.
āIā¦ yeah, I grew up here,ā he said. Even that was a guess, he was working entirely off the basis that he seemed to be able to find his way around without having to think about it and knew the streets intuitively. āOrā¦ I mean, I think I did. I, umā¦ā He wasnāt even sure if he should be saying this, but those flashes of emotion and the ghosts of memoriesā¦ he had known this man, and the longer he stared at him, the more certain he was of that fact. And he was just so tired of not remembering anything, not remembering anyone. That flash of a subconscious reaction was the first reaction heād had to anything since heād opened his eyes, and it was the closest thing he had to any sort of hope right now. Hope that things might actually get back to some semblance of normality. If there was any chance this man had known who Soren was, who he had been, then Soren was going to take that chance.
āIā¦ actually have pretty bad amnesia at the moment, soā¦ if it looks like Iām blanking anyone, it isnāt me being rude, I justā¦ canāt remember who they are,ā he admitted with a nervous laugh, tucking his hair behind his ear. He stepped up to the counter and gave the order for two apple ciders and a toffee apple, stepping aside to let the man pay and handing him one of the cups. āIāmā¦ Iām really sorry about this butā¦ I feel like I know you orā¦ knew you. Didā¦ did we know each other?ā He asked.
And then just like that, the moment was gone, and Soren found himself staring at the manās face, scrambling for memories that werenāt there. But he knew that he knew this man somehow, that there had been something there once upon a time, but he couldnāt remember what. Frustration grew inside him, so much that he almost missed the manās words. He forced a smile, shrugging a little.
āItās fine, theseā¦ these things happen,ā he said. At the offer of being bought another drink though, he raised an eyebrow and smiled. āSure, if youāre offering.ā He reached out and grasped the manās hand for just a moment, and again, there was that rush of emotion, the beginnings of memory, and then it was gone again, and Soren shoved his hands back into the pockets of his jacket. His skin tingled at the memory of the touch, but the question of whether or not he was from around here quickly distracted him as they stepped back into the queue for the apple cider.
āIā¦ yeah, I grew up here,ā he said. Even that was a guess, he was working entirely off the basis that he seemed to be able to find his way around without having to think about it and knew the streets intuitively. āOrā¦ I mean, I think I did. I, umā¦ā He wasnāt even sure if he should be saying this, but those flashes of emotion and the ghosts of memoriesā¦ he had known this man, and the longer he stared at him, the more certain he was of that fact. And he was just so tired of not remembering anything, not remembering anyone. That flash of a subconscious reaction was the first reaction heād had to anything since heād opened his eyes, and it was the closest thing he had to any sort of hope right now. Hope that things might actually get back to some semblance of normality. If there was any chance this man had known who Soren was, who he had been, then Soren was going to take that chance.
āIā¦ actually have pretty bad amnesia at the moment, soā¦ if it looks like Iām blanking anyone, it isnāt me being rude, I justā¦ canāt remember who they are,ā he admitted with a nervous laugh, tucking his hair behind his ear. He stepped up to the counter and gave the order for two apple ciders and a toffee apple, stepping aside to let the man pay and handing him one of the cups. āIāmā¦ Iām really sorry about this butā¦ I feel like I know you orā¦ knew you. Didā¦ did we know each other?ā He asked.