[A wrongly played note, a violin scratch in an otherwise perfect performance and Aleksander lifts his head from where he was-- busy, locking eyes with Daisy... another Daisy, standing across the room and looking scandalized.
The scene, the skin underneath his mouth and the bed shimmers out of existence and all he's left with, is the ghost memory of frosting on his tongue and Daisy, warm and vibrant, against his lips.]
Did you think-[Another memory, then. As he gathers himself, raising up until he's at full height and towering over her.] that I would forget you?
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The scene, the skin underneath his mouth and the bed shimmers out of existence and all he's left with, is the ghost memory of frosting on his tongue and Daisy, warm and vibrant, against his lips.]
Did you think-[Another memory, then. As he gathers himself, raising up until he's at full height and towering over her.] that I would forget you?