Fractured Memories

LEVI

There's blood on my hands. It's not mine. The girl is running again, barefoot across wet pavement, her dress dragging behind her while I crouch behind a car with one hand pressed over my mouth.

I am thirteen again. Thirteen and too scared to move.

I see the silver bracelet around her wrist when she lifts one hand to wipe at her mouth. It catches the light.

Small charms. One is shaped li