text; about 3am the night before the soiree

[howkickassiam]

God, y'all weren't kidding about the whole getting your memories back thing

It's enough to make me want to go on down to TX again to avoid this

I don't even know who she is, but I can tell from the way the memory went

I loved her so much

And at the end I just decided to let her go

I let her go

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[chenqing_player]

Are you okay?

Do you need anything?

I've been through some rough ones myself so I understand.

[howkickassiam]

Not real sure I'm okay

Not real sure I'll be okay ever again

[ There's a pause and then: ]

I don't know if I need anything

[chenqing_player]

Don't think I won't come over there.

I am not afraid to show up on your doorstep with some strong drinks and a willingness to hug away the sad.

[he needed a distraction last time he had a memory, he is willing to offer the same if the other wants it.]

[howkickassiam]

Dude, I am as drunk as a ducking drunk

Not ducking. Damn phone

And I meant skunk up there

[chenqing_player]

[He is glad this is text because now he's cracking up.]

You already started without me? Cruel.

Offer of the hug still stands. You know I give good ones.

[howkickassiam]

I'd like that. And there's a 24 hour bagel shop next door if you want to get something there for breakfast later

[chenqing_player]

You got it. Me and the bagels will be there in record time.

[He's already dressed and heading out the door.]

[howkickassiam]

Thanks, Xian

[ In the time it takes for Xian to get to his place, he drinks some water to try to sober up a little. It doesn't really take, though, and he ends up slumped at one of his kitchen chairs, clutching his glass, which is on the table. ]

[ashenscipher]

It is odd, is it not? Feeling the emotions from another life.

[howkickassiam]

I mean, that's what I thought when I got the first one. "Huh, weird." Like that.

This one was like a punch to the gut

[chenqing_player]

[With bagels in hand, he knocks on the door..wondering if he should just go in just in case the man is passed out on the floor. But he'll give it a minute before he tries the door.]

[howkickassiam]

"Come in!" he calls, though it comes out more like "m'in!"

[chenqing_player]

He pushes the door open and walks in, heading to where he thought the voice came from. He sets the bagels down on the table with a sympathetic smile, "Breakfast has arrived whenever you feel up to eating it."

[ashenscipher]

It seems more like we are experiencing two lives at the same time.

[howkickassiam]

It's starting to

I don't like it

[howkickassiam]

"Mmh," York grunts. "In a little bit."

He's not sobered up, but he's close enough to it to have started to experience some embarrassment about his post.

"I probably seem pretty pathetic right now, huh?"

[chenqing_player]

He reaches out and gives his shoulders a little squeeze as he leans over him, "Not that bad. At least you stayed home and got drunk. I went out and got embarrassingly drunk after mine."

[howkickassiam]

He looks up at Xian, over his shoulder.

"Well, that's something."

He looks then at the bag of bagels.

"What type did you get?"

[chenqing_player]

"Wasn't sure what you would prefer soooo...one of each." He grins and plops down in the kitchen chair next to him. "But you don't have to rush and eat them unless you want to. They aren't going anywhere." And neither is he. Emotional support Wei Wuxian is there for the long haul if York wants to unload on him.

[howkickassiam]

York chuckles, though his heart isn't quite in it. "I thought that bag was a little big."

[chenqing_player]

"I spared no expense." He pushes the bag towards him if he desires it. "So, you want to tell me about it or would you rather forget what you remembered?"

[howkickassiam]

"I can tell you," he says.

He pauses for a moment, regardless, before he says, "It's weird. I have never felt that way about a person in my life—in this life. I don't know what happened to her, I just know I was thinking about what had happened to her and that she was probably actually dead...and I decided to let her go."

[chenqing_player]

He leans on the table as he listens. Since all of his memories have revolved around death he can certainly understand. But he also doesn't really know anything about that kind of love or what it would feel like to lose someone like that.

"Decided to let her go...like..to her death? Or..to move on from her death?"

text ; sometime in the morning when the sun rises

[inquiryguqin]

What happened?

I'm curious. A memory came back to you?

text ; mid-afternoon

[howkickassiam]

It was earlier this month. I didn't mean to get plastered and post on the network about it but I couldn't hold it in anymore.