<sub>[There's a pause.]

[... But then, you know what? She's been through these weekends before. After they're over, the memories are there but the details always go fuzzy.]

[There's no harm in being honest today. He might remember that she told him something, but he probably won't remember what it was.]</sub>

I had a friend once. When I escaped my master-- _{[My monster.]}-- it set its sights on her.

And twenty-four years later, my friend and I met again. But she wasn't my friend anymore.

That thing had turned her into my enemy.

Because I didn't get her out.