It was perfect once

“It was perfect once, you know?”  She spoke as tears softly trickled down her face, quickly forming into free flowing streams.  Memories, she called them.  Tears filled with memories that she so often forgot.

He nodded in agreement.  It was perfect, and if he had any control, it still would be.  “But time is cruel, and everything turns to ash.”

Grace shot her eyes up to his face as he uttered those words.  They were dark and full of loathing, but she couldn’t tell what he blamed, or who.

“Please tell me what to do,” she was gasping for air now.  The pain came in waves from her chest to her arms, and she couldn’t release it.  No matter how hard she hugged them to her body, the pain did not stop.  Despair rolled over her until every inch was wrought with it.  “How do I fix this?”  Grace pleaded with him.  Her eyes a watery mess searching his solid stoic grey ones.  How was he able to turn it off so easily?

“You can’t… we can’t.  This is… I have to go.”  His words left his mouth in a jumbled mess like riddles.  Short, meaningless riddles that yielded no answers and probably never would.

Grace continued to sob in her loneliness as he moved swiftly to the door, escaping any emotions that she was currently incapable of shielding him from.  He couldn’t deal, and in his inability to do so, he left her.

The man that she loved, the man that she knew as well as herself, left her alone to weep in her sorrow because he couldn’t provide answers.  He could not help her, and he refused to process that over time she would never remember that he even existed at all.

And for this she couldn’t blame him for leaving her.  None of it would matter when she eventually lost her memories and all that she was.  She would never know who she loved, if she loved, or if she was betrayed.