Delving Through Regrets, Part 4

A growing fraction of me was kinda wishing this would all just come to end already. Small passing whispers in the back of my mind trying to convince me that I've seen enough. 

But it's more like I didn't want to see anymore, to be frank…

It's one thing to see an entirely different side to a person who you thought you reasonably knew and find yourself thrown off your sense of anything by the complete and total disparity. It's another thing to look at them and struggle to even recognize a single facet of the person you knew… the person I know. 

When the darkness ebbed and slink into the skies, the objects, the expansive scene of another memory, I stifled the whispers, shrunk the fraction, and tried my absolute best to find an inkling of familiarity in this total stranger before my eyes. 

Unlike the previous three, this memory was a fleeting one, barely long enough to have left a lasting impression - but it did.