In Nox’s apartment
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Remir caught his son’s limp body at the last second before he hit the wooden floor. Panicked, Remir leaned over his son’s lips, holding his breath. However, when he felt his son’s warm breath on his cheek, he breathed a sigh of relief. He gently lifted Nox into his arms and placed him on the couch. Then he went to his son’s room to bring back his guitar and backpack. When he returned, he brought his blanket and a stuffed dog. The dog he and Clara had given him as a little child. He slowly covered Nox’s body, which was shivering with cold and fear. He placed the dog next to his head.
“My little boy…” He whispered, stroking his sweat-dampened hair.
“What’s wrong?” The words escaped his lips, even though he knew the boy wouldn’t answer. He looked at his son’s pale face for a moment longer. The boy suddenly jolted awake. But before Remir could react, it was too late. The boy vomited, and Remir reacted immediately.
“Damn it, Nox, are you okay?!”
He quickly crouched down next to his son, wiping the boys mouth with a tissue.
“Dad…I…I…I’m starting to remember…” His voice was hoarse, and his eyes brimmed with tears. Fear and shame were evident on his face.
Remir’s hand dropped from the boys mouth. He felt a strange chill creep up his spine.
“What did you remember, son?” That day, he feared most, that the truth would finally catch up with the boy.
“That night…of my death.” Those very words made Remir’s heart skip a beat. The silence in the living room was thick, only the ticking of the clock on the wall breaking the silence.
Remir got to his feet and went to the kitchen. Nox heard his father running the tap. Then he returned with a glass of water. “Have a drink, it’ll help get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth. I’ll get you something clean to wear.”
“Mhm…”
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Later
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Nox sat with a clean blanket draped over his shoulders. He cradled his black and white stuffed dog against his chest. He glanced at the television, which was playing some TV show. However, he wasn’t fully watching it. His thoughts kept returning to Dr. Watson and the words from his memory.
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You shouldn’t get involved in this, Virell.
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Nox took a deep breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his father, who was trying not to show his worry. But Nox knew better. He clutched his dog tighter to his chest and began rocking back and forth. Remir noticed this and quickly approached.
“Nox, you’re safe, no matter what you remember.” Nox looked up, but didn’t meet his father’s eyes. “What if this all turns out to be too much, what if I realize the truth will overwhelm me?” Remir embraced him.
“No matter what the future holds, I will be there for you…” Nox simply buried his face in his father’s shoulder. His breathing calmed, and Remir began to gently stroke his hair.
“We will discover the truth together, my son. But know that you will not be alone in this.”
He sat there for a moment longer, until he felt the boy fall asleep. Then he turned off the TV and placed his son on the couch. He went to the kitchen. From his pocket, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper a note he had found by the door that first day.
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-This isn’t over yet, Virell…-
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Remir sighed. He looked at his son and knew that the boy had experienced something that had begun to bring back those memories.
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and then Add to home screen.