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It’s 12:00, 4 degrees Celsius, a rainy night, with chances of storms later, so get a refill of your coffee and stay as long as you like. I’ll be here til sunrise, making conversation, telling stories and otherwise giving you something to listen to during your stay.
“The last time we’d been in that house was over 10 years ago, so we spent a good few hours looking around, just letting the memories come back. I was surprised that I had forgotten so much, all the little details like the off-centre light switch, all the times Adam and I would talk late at night trying not to wake the others up, and what it was we’d talk about. It felt like a betrayal to have forgotten any of it. I just wish I could keep it all forever.
“Adam wanted to search the whole house; he was desperate for some kind of sign or note or anything from our parents. I know how he feels, and I get that he wants it all to make sense, but it’s been years, and he still doesn’t understand that they’re just dead and it’s awful and it’s not something anyone can fix. I agreed to help him look for whatever it was he thought he might find. Well, you know I always feel bad whenever it comes to our parents. They all think I hate them, I don’t, I just don’t want to pretend they’re perfect forever, isn’t that more insulting? I don’t know, I just want to be anyone else sometimes I know everyone feels that way but I can’t help it. Henry took a bunch of random books out, he said they might be annotated but I think he just wanted to look like he was doing something. All the important ones were gone anyway, it kind of stung seeing the shelves without them, our beautiful copy of ” La Science de la Sentinelle” gone. Just gone. I used to spend the evenings staring at it for hours, I couldn’t even read it and Mom wouldn’t talk to me about it but I could just sense its significance. I’d always try and put it back so no one noticed it had ever left, positioning the ribbon and the dust around it. It wasn’t that I thought I’d get in trouble it just felt like a secret to be kept. Something I wanted to have for myself, something I could understand differently, something that was just mine. Oh, how Adam would hate me if he read this.