Am I being foolish?

The white wolf came a little closer, and she could see the brush of blue across his sides, light and traced like wings. Such a unique pattern, something she felt surely would spark a memory if it was there… right? But the boy walked towards her, his steps gentle and unafraid. Did he know her? He didn’t ask her name or offer his own. Perhaps he did expect her to know it already.

“I… no, I don’t think so, not of you” She said, wondering how much to say. Oh... there was no helping it, she just needed to come clean. “Look, I’m sorry. If I know you, I don’t remember you, something happened and well, my head is kind of a fog at the moment. I don’t remember anyone, so if we were friends, I don’t have any memories of it right now.” Her mother thought they would come back, once the drug had fully left her system. She just had to hope that was true.


"Speech"