Chapter 25: A Real Interrogation
Unbelievable, he thought. He didn’t know if it was his head playing tricks on him, like a false memory or déjà vu. But no matter the truth was, those words reminded him of her. The first friend he ever had, a friend that he had long forgotten, but at the same time never did. He no longer remembered her voice, her face, not even her mannerisms and major conversations. It was ironic, he thought. He, whose skull was branded, seared and forced upon flash memorization skills, forgot one of the things that encouraged him to keep walking on this cursed path. But there was one thing he remembered—the only thing that mattered. It was the calm he felt when she was his only company. The happiness he felt when she reassured and encouraged him to keep strong, the relief when h
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