Rainbow,
I’m dying.
At least that’s what they’re telling me. They say that while I still access my memories of you, corrosive magic will leak through my brain, wearing away at my mental capacity, weakening my intelligence, ruining my motor skills, destroying who I am, but I will be able to remember you until the end.
My other option is a surgery to quarantine that area of my mind, blocking off all memories to you. I’ll remember nothing of you, my memories will just be grey fog of ignorance.
My options are lose what is most important to me and keep everything else, or to lose it all except you.
I’ll sleep on it, but I’m almost certain I know my choice.
Twilight