@flospapillio — is… it really you?
clementine didn’t like to entertain ghosts. real. fake. the idea of them didn’t necessarily scare her, even though she was a believer in their existence now. ( these days, she’d believe almost anything— living here. ) there were just bigger problems to deal with, all of them necessary to keep on living. tangible ones.
it never stopped ghosts from visiting her dreams though.
on particularly bad days, they changed into nightmares. she’d wake up, reflect, and wish that she’d never been sent home because she returned with more ghosts than she could bear. then, she’d remind herself that her efforts wouldn’t be in vain. but, clementine was strong; both in mind and spirit. even so, it didn’t make hope sting any less when it sparked. and right now, hope shined in the name of elysia flores, a person she thought would only float in the sea of her memories for the rest of her life.
a mixture of emotions worked their way on her face, eyes fixate on the contact list. what were the odds that this wasn’t someone else bearing the same name? and if it truly was elysia, someone she considered family, would she remember anything about their relationship at all? she hesitates, wondering what the best course of action would be. what would she even say?
( ` hey, you may not know me… but i know you. and we’ve done all these things— ` )
yeah. that was out of the question. she could… forget about it? no. there was no way she could do that. clementine shakes her head and gently pats herself on the cheek. any further contemplation would have her run in circles. with a decision in mind, she presses the call button and waits. who knew listening to phone dial would be stressful?
it slowly comes back to her. elysia didn’t often think of her dreams. too much going on during her waking times. suffice to say, being back had only come at a mild shock when she remembers that she’s been here before. which is also a scary thought because when she had been here last, she had been much younger, much more naive. regardless, she does, in fact, remember how this works. different apartment though... housing? there was a lot of wandering around the first hour, memories flooding back. oh spirale, had she missed you? it was hard to say but here she was once more. best to settle in, though it appeared she only had one roommate in this four bedroom place. which...haha, she was used to.
then, before too long, she’s fluttering about and moving things. again, she’s far too used to being here again. she does wonder if her shop is here as well. her mind is all over until the familiar ring of the phone catches her attention. oh she hadn’t even...
the name she sees is familiar and suddenly, there is a longing. it’s so deep, like it’s filling in a hole in her heart she hadn’t realized. it’s only for a moment though, even as the flood of memories flood back, this time circling around one face: clementine’s. their first meeting, oh how awkward it had been. just an outing, she remembers getting food for her. she remembers taking her out. when they had their memories shifted to becoming a family. for all intend and purpose, clementine is her family, regardless of this odd situation.
so of course, when she finally answers, “if it isn’t my darlin’ clem... it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” or has it? hard to say but elysia herself is quite older but is clem... ? “i half expected you at my door rather than give me a call.”
