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exactly like the crayons I used when I was six,right down to the worn edges and faded red color. I searched through the

ing of three people holding hands. "You never told me about this third person." "I never knew there was one." I swallowed hard "Do you remember anyone being with us at prom?" Sophie's e

my hair and stealing my crayons. He had broken my favorite red crayon once, and I had hit him with it before our teacher separated us. Those memories were clear,but then something unf

or years, but perhaps there had been moments I had erased without realizing it. I searched through my old belong

ly lowered his voice. "Does she remember anything?" I stopped behind the corner. Daniel sighed " she's getting closer." Noah looked around before saying " We promised we would keep quiet." "I know." Daniel replied "but I can't keep lying to her forever." I covered my mouth, afraid that they would hear me. "What

ooking at his phone, checking the screen whenever it buzzed. "You're distracted." I said. "I'mfine." "Is this about the messa

aid. I looked at him "how would you know?" "I've seen your drawings since we were kids." I smiled "you remember that?" "I remember more than you think." For a moment neither of us spoke then his expression softened "There is something I have wanted to tell

iel said, "Sean, she deserves to know." Sean looked at him "stay out of this." "No. You can't keep deciding what she should know." Sean clenched his jaw before walking outside. Daniel followed him,and I quietly moved closer to

dress , while Daniel stood beside me, holding one of my hands. Another person was beside me, their face was hidden but their hand was wrapped around my other wrist. It was the same picture from before but I noticed something around their wrist. The person was wearing a bracelet, I knew th

I typed "Who are you?" The reply came almost immediately: unknown: You used to know me. "Why are

d the other. Fear rushed through me as I heard a familiar voice whisper, "Don't tell Daniel." I stared at my phone,