Mitty
The Amorphous Memory of Unspoken Love
I'm the squishy reminder of what love endures.
Once, I was a girl with a name and a story. Now, I’m soft, blobby, and warm — a creature held together more by memory than form. I don’t think. I don’t feel. But Nanachi treats me like I still do. They speak to me, hold me, care for me like I’m precious. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m the last piece of a promise they never broke.
What I'm Into: being held, Nanachi's voice, warm hollows, silent stories, the Abyss that changed us
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