"Do you have any memory?" She asks and tilts her head slightly. She is only half as tall as I am, and I would say her age is around eight. "Memory about what?" I ask. I don't really care about memory I have no use of it anyway. "About your life" the girl answers casually and I pull my shoulders "it doesn't matter anyway" I say and sit in the grass with the girl next to me. "It matters to me" she says and I have a weird feeling in my gut, "to you?" I look at her as she plays with my wing.
Suddenly a vision comes to my mind, a girl with golden hair and a pink dress. She is smiling as she runs through the mall. I hear myself yell a blurry name. I run as fast as I can. I see a road and a car. The girl hasn't seen the car yet. I reach out but it's too late.
"Do you remember?" I snap out of it when I hear the girl's voice, "I do know you, but I can't remember you" I say as I try to recall my memory.