Silas knew that face, that resolution. She held the knives high and he knew she would throw. She didn’t want to, he could see that sadness in the way she moved, in the steel of her eyes. There was only one thing he could think of. The one memory he had tried to hide from the doppelganger as that thing sucked it all in.
He had tried to hold on to her memory. He didn’t know why that was so important, why those memories were the first that he reached to protect. He had lots of memories, lots of amazing experiences, lots of girls, pretty freaky ones too. But it was her he had grabbed onto. Probably because she was the most recent. That had to be it.
He tried to protect the memories with everything he could, but he was weakened. As the Doppelganger pulled more and more into itself Si
