Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick Official

"I'm the one who will spend eternity reminding you," he whispered.

Then I saw him. Leaning against a graveyard oak, black jeans soaked through, a crooked smile that didn't reach his haunted eyes. The rain parted around him, as if even the sky knew to kneel. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

"You wrote this," he said. "Before they took your memory. Before they tried to unmake us." "I'm the one who will spend eternity reminding

His name was a hole in my chest.

And when his cold fingers brushed mine, the whisper grew louder. Not in my ears—in my blood. A name. A promise. A silence finally breaking. The rain parted around him, as if even the sky knew to kneel

I didn't know him. But my soul did.

Even if it killed me. Would you like a short poem or a character monologue in the same style?