Love Me Like You'Re Losing Mind
Ch13: The Doll with stitched heart
Elowen
I stitched you back together, August.
Elowen
With thread made of memory and clay kissed by grief
Elowen
You won’t fade now.
Not if I hold on harder. Not if I remember for both of us
The room is filled with dolls — rows upon rows, their porcelain eyes glinting like frozen teardrops.
Elowen
This one is you laughing, that stupid, beautiful laugh.
Elowen
This one is you crying, lost outside our door, calling my name.
Elowen
This one… is the night you forgot who I was.
Elowen
And called me “Love,” like it was the only name you trusted
She lifts the final doll — its chest is cracked, delicately stitched with red thread
Elowen
This is the last one
Elowen
I gave it a heart. It hurts.
Elowen
But pain means it was real, doesn’t it?
Elowen
(whispers)
Maybe it still is.
Outside the door, Lucie watches quietly
Lucie
She hasn’t eaten in two days… she’s forgetting herself to remember him
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