It was strange, living here like this. It shouldn't be strange, in their own house with their own family, but it was. No one knew who they were. They treated them like a stranger, and it hurt. And that was on top of their stardust's name - their actual name that they could not hear - piercing their head every time it was said.
And they kept forgetting, too. They hated forgetting. Every time their parents went off somewhere, they forgot about their entire existence. The amount of times they got startled by the "sudden" reappearance of either one of them in a single day . . . They'd taken to writing their names down and taping them to the inside of their canopy bed and hoping that helped.
There was also the cat. They'd completely forgotten about the cat until they woke up on the couch one day with it curled on their chest. They will never admit how emotional they got at that.
As for stardust . . . Well, they didn't really know how to think about them. Their feelings about him fluctuated depending on their mood. They didn't get why they were so attached to them. Sometimes they were annoyed about it, sometimes they thought it cute, and a lot of the time, his insistence on playing or reading or showing them things was the only thing that kept them from rotting in bed for the entire day.
They were so, so tired, and the loss of their allies was a hole that burned just as deeply in their chest as the star that they swallowed, but stardust somehow kept them moving.
Moran's words (and stars was it weird to call their parents by their names, but it'd be stranger if they avoided doing so, so they'd had to force themself to get used to it) distracted Siffrin from their current task of sitting on the floor to give the cat the proper amount of scritches and pets. They looked up, their whole body language perking up when they saw the wine getting placed on the table - stars they could really use that right now - and paused when they asked them about visiting the star-touched.
Their anger had simmered down, over the days. They'd had time to think more clearly since she'd mentioned that one of them could have caused the forgetting. They still didn't like it, didn't like it at all, but they could recognize now that it had probably been an accident, like the way that their wish to escape the loops resulting in being sent back in time had been an accident, the way that stardust's wish for a friend pulling another version of them back through time to him had been an accident. As well as the fact that it hadn't even happened yet. They could probably handle meeting them without making a scene out of it, now.
Besides. They were curious about the others that had gone through this, and wanted to know if they had any advice about the transition. They kept catching themself staring at their reflection . . .
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