บท 787: Delving Through Regrets, Part 7

I expected the memory to fade right there and then.

From what many past instances had led me to expect, the darkness had an almost malicious tendency to just do away with things just as my investment and curiosity would reach a peak—quite literally leaving me in the dark grasping out at flimsy guesses. 

Yet it seems there's always an exception to everything. The rustling leaves that muffled her wheezing breaths, the billowing wind that sent his empty sleeve loosely fluttering. They stayed corporeal, nearly physical… vivid enough that I felt like a complete stranger intruding in on the moment. 

Really though, what a peculiar memory to choose to suddenly start subverting expectations… and now of all times too.

"Dying," I heard Liamel say, the shock missing in his expression blatant in his tone. "You are?"