“I'm slowly forgetting your face.”
The little boy asked his aunt curiously, his head tilted slightly and his soft brown eyes wide.
His aunt smiled slightly. Though, it didn't look like her happy smile. Her eyes weren't nearly closing. They always did because of how widely she'd smile.
“Yes,” She answered, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair — He gave her a pout and immediately started fixing his hair. “She was really pretty.”
“Well, what did she look like? You never showed me any pictures. I mean, i know you're very old and all but I'm pretty sure black&white cameras existed back then.”
The boy snickered at his own joke and didn't notice her smile fade away.
“She...She had brown eyes, like you,” She said hesitantly.
“Mm-mmh. Well, it was more of amber brown than your chocolate brown ones.”
Or was it chestnut brown? Maybe it was hazel brown.
The boy's nose scrunched up confusion. “What difference does it even make? Brown is brown.”
Right, right. Brown is brown. Noor's eyes were brown. But shouldn't she remember what shade it was? She used to spend hours drawing those beautiful eyes.
“Why don't you draw her, Mo-Mo? You're so good at it.”
She'd tried. She tried a thousand times. But something always felt wrong or missing. She'd get her nose wrong or sometimes forget the mole on the corner of her lips. She wasn't even sure if Noor actually had a mole anymore.
Her nephew's nickname for her pulled her out of whatever zone she'd wandered off to.
“Huh? Yeah, uh. I-I'll try that, kid. Yeah, I'll draw her for you.”
That is, if she ever properly remembers Noor.
So, I saw a prompt where the character slowly starts to forget the details about their lover's face and I just wanted to write something about it.
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