You started going to the bar on the way back from work again
A habit you thought you kicked when Kronii showed up
You’ve never forgotten the look she gave you when drunkenly made your way home, fidgeting with your keys for ten minutes before finally turning the lock
The next day she’d asked you what you were drinking as you laid hungover on the couch
You never found out how she got that bottle of whisky
She matched you shot for shot that night before you both drunkenly made out and continued into your bedroom
It was only the next morning when you pieced together the fragments of memory of what had happened that you realized that she had cheated
She’d barely sip her glass, only to rewind time to make it seem as though she had downed it and poured another
Your drunken state had made it quite easy for her to ‘remind’ you that you hadn’t taken your shot yet
The memories subside as you finish your drink
As you get up to pay and leave you catch the ending of a conversation
It’s hard to make it out, but you hear something about an ‘Amelia’

You pay up and head out
Hearing that name makes you feel a little sick
It’s lonely at home again
You told yourself you weren’t going to do this
Your half drunk ass doesn’t care
You feel the ribbon in your hands
The last thing you have of hers
Soft as silk, with that characteristic bounciness to it
You crack the only smile you’ve had in over a month
Then you feel it
It feels like something is tugging you
Not physically but mentally
There’s...something you need to find
As you put the ribbon away you think nothing of it and retire to your bedroom
It still feels like she’s there
You get comfortable for another lonely night
Just as you’re drifting off to sleep, you’re awoken by that strange pull again
You look down to find the ribbon is...back in your hand?
The pulling gets worse
You’re out of bed and dressed
You ask yourself what you’re doing as you put on your heavy winter coat
You don’t really know
Soon enough you’re down the street
You’re briskly walking through town with no idea what your destination is
Only this feeling that you’re getting closer
Suddenly it’s gone
You stop in your tracks
Just a couple paces away from you is a woman
It’s hard to make it out in the early morning light but she has blonde hair
Something overtakes you and you approach her
”Do you know anyone named Amelia Watson?”
As she turns around you put off guard by her friendly expression and bright blue eyes
She shakes her head no but invites you to her home in order to get out of the cold