Holly Dent became undone, spun apart into quantum particulate. She reached wildly out for her old identity, but it blew away in silvery flutters. On the fraying edges of her tattered perception, she saw existence turning dark and muted, scabbing over with despair and sorrow. Light faded and contrast waned, and so did the hope for progress or joy…
From the dimming corner of her third eye, she saw Peter Lee rocketing past her. For some reason, he was suited up in a transparent robo-suit.
Her lips curved up in a faint smile.
Give her hell, Peter.
She briefly considered following in his wake, but it would mean ditching the parts of her that held her back. That was her hang-up—her heartbreak and rage were an integral part of her. She couldn’t go on living without them.
But at the same time, she could no longer bear the weight of her strife. It had given her strength, but now it was killing her.
So she made herself forget.