[Does it scare him? It confuses him, unearthing all these things buried deep in his memory. A brother he forgot, a family that made him feel unloved. A life he never wanted. He would rather shovel dirt back into the holes, cover it all up again.]
It scares me that...maybe my life isn't what I thought it was. None of this is what I thought it was.
[It scares him that somehow none of this is real, he thinks but can't bring himself to confess. As if admitting it will make it solidify into truth. Even so, the light filtering through the water seems to splinter.]
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It scares me that...maybe my life isn't what I thought it was. None of this is what I thought it was.
[It scares him that somehow none of this is real, he thinks but can't bring himself to confess. As if admitting it will make it solidify into truth. Even so, the light filtering through the water seems to splinter.]