Violet 2 doc
He woke the next morning, still in the same bed. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until the rays of sunshine pulled him from his slumber.
He stumbled out of the bedroom to find his friend Jared in the living room, already cleaning up after the night before.
"Hey man, you were out for a minute. How ya feelin'?" He asked cheerily.
"I'm okay." Keith said groggily. He glance at a clock and saw it was nearly noon. "How late did I fall asleep last night."
Jared shrugged. "No idea, to be honest. I really don't even remember you disappearing."
"Well do you know what happened to that girl I was with last night?"
Eric frowned. "What girl?"
Keith paused for a moment. "The one who like...the one who blew that guy in the middle of the living room."
Jared's jaw dropped open. "That happened? And I missed it?"
"I guess you must not have been in the room at the time."
"What did she look like."
It wasn't hard to conjure up a mental image of her. Even if Keith never saw her again in his life, he was pretty sure he'd be forget what she looked like.
"She was short, like super tiny. She had a jet black mullet, and brown eyes. Like, really nice brown eyes." The last sentence had more admiration in it than Keith had intended to show.
"I don't remember seeing anyone like that, but I mean there were a lot of people here last night." Jared said. "What was her name?"
Keith opened his mouth to speak but realized he didn't have an answer to that.
"Damn, she made that much of an impression on you but you don't remember her name?" Jared asked with an amused grin.
"I don't think she gave me one."
Jared laughed. "Gonna be tough to find her after that, bro."
"Yeah I guess so. Anyway I guess I'm gonna head home. Thanks for letting me crash."
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Keith went about the rest of his lazy Sunday, mostly as he normally would have. He cleaned up his apartment, picked up groceries, did laundry and worked out. The only thing that made today different, was the fact that She was on his mind for the entirety of the process.
Every second, of every minute, of every hour. She never left his mind for a fraction of a moment. It was unnatural. It made it difficult to focus on anything but the most basic of tasks.
Eventually his day came to an end. He still couldn't stop thinking about her. But what could he do about it?
He considered he considered texting some of the other people who'd been at the party and asking if they remembered her. Then he decided that was silly. Whoever she was, whatever she was, she'd done something to him. Something wrong, something unnatural. She was unsafe, he knew that in his bones. If he never saw her again, it would probably be for the better.
And yet, he found himself picking up the phone and asking around about her.
'Hey do you remember that girl from last night? The one in the black dress?'
'Hey bro do you know who that girl with the mullet was?'
'Yo, what was the name of that girl who blew that one guy in the living room last night? Lol'
No one knew her. Not one single person remembered a single thing about her. Some people remembered Keith leaving with a girl, but they couldn't quite recall what the girl looked like, what her name was, or who she came with.
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He spent Monday miserable at work. He still couldn't get that girl out of his head. Her face, her eyes, her voice. They prevented him from focusing on even the most basic aspects of his job.
Yet at the same time he found his memory of the night rapidly slipping away from him. He began that day, thinking to himself that his time in bed with her couldn't possibly have been as dramatic as he recalled. By midday, he'd more or less convinced himself that all that happened was nothing more that incredibly good sex. By the end of the shift, he found himself wondering if he'd slept with her at all. Perhaps he'd only been so enthralled by her that he'd imagined the whole scenario in his head.
When he arrived at home, he even found himself pondering wether or not the girl had even been there. Maybe he'd simply imagined his idea of the perfect woman. It sounded crazy of course. But it was only getting harder to recall her lovely voice, her perfect face. And those gorgeous, terrifying eyes which had been so intensely burned into his memory the day before.
The memory of her eyes were now like the memory of a lover from long ago. A fond, comforting memory, but still faint and difficult to fully picture.
It was getting worse. He was forgetting her. What was crazier was the fact that the idea of forgetting her was breaking his heart. She'd shown him fear and pain he never would have thought possible. And yet the idea of her slipping from his mind entirely was utterly unbearable.
He needed to shift his focus. He'd go crazy if he stayed in this headspace, that much was clear. So he decided it was time to make a real attempt at distracting himself.
Keith's favorite place outside of his home, was a book store, not far from his house. He'd head there, have a cup of coffee, find a new book to get lost in, and with any luck, he'd forget about this whole situation soon enough. At least, that was the plan.
An hour later, he found himself in the book store, absent mindedly browsing the shelves, and try as he might, the fading memory of the girl from the night before was still overwhelming his mind.
He could barely remember what her face looked like. He couldn't remember her voice at all. He wasn't too sure what her hair looked like. Maybe it had been black?
The only things he remembered about her were how it felt to be inside of her. How it felt to have her fingers on his skin. And how it had felt when she had crawled inside his mind.
