[And then, just like that, the memory is gone. Jessie's back in Prospero and there's a picture of her and Emily laying in the snow. Jessie slowly picks it up, staring at it. It's an image of a time long gone. Before Emily forgot about her, before Emily abandoned her at the side of the road and before Al threw her into a cardboard box for decades. The Jessie with the fixed smile in the picture is not the Jessie that holds the photograph in her hands. This was a time when things were still bright and good- before she learned just how cold and dark and miserable life could get. Before her heart and mind were crushed broken and she was left with jagged shards that never quite fit together right any more. The Jessie that trusted and believed in love and wonderful things and never expected them to ever stop.
That Jessie doesn't exist any more and the joy of the memory is sucked out of her. She turns the picture to read the message on the back.
Never forget who you were.
Right. Of course. She lets out a shuddery breath, turning the picture back around to stare at the image again. Emily owned this picture. It was on her dresser. She remembers. It, too, got replaced as Emily grew, Jessie doesn't know where the real one is any more. But she'll sure as heck cherish this one- as much as it hurts.
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That Jessie doesn't exist any more and the joy of the memory is sucked out of her. She turns the picture to read the message on the back.
Never forget who you were.
Right. Of course. She lets out a shuddery breath, turning the picture back around to stare at the image again. Emily owned this picture. It was on her dresser. She remembers. It, too, got replaced as Emily grew, Jessie doesn't know where the real one is any more. But she'll sure as heck cherish this one- as much as it hurts.
Sorry, Buzz, she'll remember you're there soon.