“Who can take a sunrise…”
He was singing again. The same infernal song, over and over. It was beginning to get annoying.
“Sprinkle it with dew…”
You would have told him to stop long ago, if he were able to hear you. Unfortunately, you’re stuck with it.
“Forget who we became and chase away the red and blue…”
Wait. Those aren’t the words, are they?
“The colonel can…”
Definitely not the words. He was always a bit crazy, but he never remembered before. Not like this.
“Celine and Damien can…”
They probably heard that as well. The way his voice was carrying, it comes as no surprise when they round the corner. Panicking for once in their life.
“The three of us can because they fill my world with love and make my life feel good….”
No. He needs to stop.
“But now the void feels good…”
At least he doesn’t remember you. It’s better this way.
“Because the mirror man thinks it should..”
Never mind.
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