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They say that, when you die, your life will flash before your eyes. A collection of your fondest and sweetest memories, wrapping you in a bittersweet hug as you slowly leave this world.
As Anya laid in the medical room floor, motionless, no one could have been able to guess what kind of memories would be cradling her during her final moments. Her childhood? Her first birthday party? Late study sessions with her best friends? Would it be the warm embrace of her loved ones, or would gentle hands be replaced with the cruelty of-
None of that mattered anymore.
None of that mattered, because Anya was dying, taking back the little autonomy she had left. As the world around her began to fade, memories of her time on the Tulpar kept her company.
And as she drifted off, she found a strange sense of comfort in the fact that no one could take her memories away from her. In the safety of her mind, no one could walk free of charges or twist the narrative to make her seem like she was overreacting. In the safety of her mind, no one could hurt her ever again.
And right then, that's all Anya had ever needed.
I have to believe our worst moments don't define us, don't make us beyond repair.
Even in my case.