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Memories Refound Chapter 1
Six held back a yawn as he looked at the evo teen. Rex stood in nothing but his boxers and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His body shook slightly and his eyes were downcast. He glanced up and gave a weak smile.
"Hey, Six. Can. . . can I come in?"
Six raised an eyebrow but stepped aside, letting the teenager in. The pure white door slid shut after him and the light flicked on. Rex stood in the middle of the room, arms and blanket shielding him. The younger of the two looked over at Six and smirked slightly, but it quickly dropped from his face. The agent looked down at himself. He wore a white t-shirt and green sweat pants. His ever present sunglasses had been put on before answering the door. What did the kid expect. He did not sleep in a suit. Six looked over at the clock. It was two in the morning. The kid had to wake him up now? He had been up till twelve.
Rex's voice broke Six out of his thoughts.
"I remembered. . . something. . . from before.
Memories Refound Chapter 2
Six rubbed circles in the small of Rex's back as he dry heaved into the white toilet. The evo had long ago emptied his stomach, but his body refused to stop. It gave great shudders as if trying to turn itself inside out. Tears were streaming down Rex's face as he sobbed. Finally his body stopped it's cramping and relaxed. Rex spat the porcelain bowl before sitting back.
"Feel well enough to go sit down?"
He nodded. Six flushed the toilet before helping the teen out of the bathroom and back over to Six's bed. Six disappeared for a second before reappearing with a wet washcloth and a glass of water. Rex took the wet cloth and wiped his mouth and face. The tears no longer flowed but his eyes were red and puffy. He drank the water and Six took the empty glass. The providence agent pulled back the green covers on his bed and scooted Rex under them.
"You can sleep here tonight, okay?"
Rex nodded and turned over to face the wall, curling up. Six sighed before turning away. Van Kleiss. He was
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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