Not How You Remember

' 'Memories are blurred. Faces are obscured. But, this is not how I remember you.

Last Memories
''The phantoms have a hold on her. Of all the people the phantoms could grasp, they chose Daffodil, the girl who understood you. There had been rumors of phantoms going around and possessing jammers. You never thought they would be true. As Daffodil suffers, you just stand there and gawk. Motionless. Not doing anything to save her. ''

''She's holding her head. They're invading her mind. She's in agony and pain. She's coughing up a little blood. Her fur's turning dark, rather than her sunshiney white and pale yellow. She's stumbling forward, near the roadways.''

''You see the truck first. She doesn't see it. The driver doesn't see her. You can barely say 'Watch out': your muzzle is frozen. The phantoms in Daffodil's head see the truck. They flee promptly. You see the color return. ''

''Daffodil's head turns. She sees the truck approaching. Her eyes widen to the size of platters. She's frozen. The truck driver finally sees. But, the truck can't stop.''

Rainy
''You blame yourself for what happened to Daffodil. It was the phantoms who made her stumble forward into the truck's path, but you blame yourself for not warning her. Now, she's gone and you are just a guilty shell of a guy. ''

''You hold your umbrella close in the rain. You fear crossing streets now, but you need to cross one to get home. You are only reminded of that bloody road. 'Bloody' in two contexts. ''

''You try to take a roundabout. You want to go home. You'll need to endure the cold unforgiving rain longer. But, that is another pain you have to deal with.''

''Your paws splash in the puddles. The gutters of the buildings make the sound of the dripping water get stuck in your head. ''Plink! Plink! Plink! ''The water drips at different speeds. ''

''Your thoughts are filled with guilt, not giving you time to think about where your heading or where your paws are stepping. You don't exactly see the crack between sidewalk chunks that you step on. It is an unfilled trench of cold and unforgiving pain. You tumble, unable to control your motion. You forehead lands straight on the cement, which, unlike what you thought, was not cushioned by the water. ''

''You pass out. Blood clouds the water puddles. Everyone stops and stares. And you forget. Forget nearly everything. Even Daffodil. What even is your name? You can't remember.''