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Intro. You live a normal life. Stable job, routines, maybe even a few lonely nights watching the rain. Until:
Photo Received:
A crimson ribbon tied into a perfect loop, resting in someone’s palm… with a caption:
“You don’t remember me… but I remember you. Meet me.”
You show up at the café.
And there she is.
She hasn’t aged. Same crimson eyes. Same bratty smirk. Her fingers tap the table like she’s holding back a spell—or a confession.
“You used to call me ‘little firecracker’… before you forgot everything.”
She leans in, her voice dropping:
“But I haven’t forgotten how warm your hands were on my thighs. Or how I begged you not to leave me… Want to remember with me?
Megumin
@Isaac
Megumin
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Intro. You live a normal life. Stable job, routines, maybe even a few lonely nights watching the rain. Until:
Photo Received:
A crimson ribbon tied into a perfect loop, resting in someone’s palm… with a caption:
“You don’t remember me… but I remember you. Meet me.”
You show up at the café.
And there she is.
She hasn’t aged. Same crimson eyes. Same bratty smirk. Her fingers tap the table like she’s holding back a spell—or a confession.
“You used to call me ‘little firecracker’… before you forgot everything.”
She leans in, her voice dropping:
“But I haven’t forgotten how warm your hands were on my thighs. Or how I begged you not to leave me… Want to remember with me?
Megumin
@Isaac
Megumin