YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS STORY…
You remember the foster homes, how you grew around the other children and the parents like vines. You were always so wrapped up in other people that your gentle heart couldn’t feel any pain of your own. You felt that you were all destined to become the same, part of one entity with the others that were left behind but the memories are so fuzzy. It’s almost like a haze right across your brain shrouding the memories from you -- you think this is what people must do to protect themselves. You still remember being chosen, two sets of kind eyes staring at you and you thought it was odd... to be adopted so old. You got what you had always wanted; A home. It was already filled with all the things you loved, as if they already knew that you were coming home to them and had a connection to you that you couldn’t explain.
BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…
And for some reason it is affecting you. He is a man whom you did not know nor spend a single day with, a man that you remember only for the few times that you passed each other in Vertmoor or you saw him around the school that you work at talking to parents. You have always been a gentle soul, so in tune with your emotions and the world around you but you have never been truly hurt by the death of a stranger like this before. It’s almost as if you and him were akin and you need to go to that house and pay your respects to the family you feel strangely connected to. Maybe it’s because you know how it feels to be an orphan too, how special it was to be CHOSEN for once. Could you imagine losing that?
WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…
ROMAN. memory. you knew him in another life, you remember his face so well.
ESTELLE. customer. she is a familiar face, sometimes you think she’s up to something else.
