Cliff's POV
"I think I am forgetting her face." Stephanie's voice turned soft, different from her giggling drunk self.
"I have already forgotten her voice. What if someday I fully forget her?" She looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears.
"I hated the idea of living here. I hate these people. I feel like a pest just for existing. I want to leave. I want to go back." Tears rolled down her eyes as she finally voiced the thoughts she had always kept hidden.
"I don't want revenge. All I want is to be forgotten and leave quietly. Why is it so hard? What's wrong with wishing to live? I am scared of death, yet I am dying. I don't want to die."
