It was...it was my mother. I was only nine and I didn't know about the rules of it all yet, so I just touched her like I had my dog before, and sure enough, she came back. Sixty seconds came and went and...well, someone else died in her place. It wasn't a very good experience, to be honest. I try to avoid love now so that I never do that again. Friends are okay, but anything deeper and...I just don't want to risk it.
Oh, I would never make you "pay me back." But I might visit there one day to have some breakfast. It's hard to eat foods I've prepared myself since when I touch them a second time they go back to being dead and...well, that's just not pleasant.
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Date: 2007-12-27 09:40 am (UTC)Oh, I would never make you "pay me back." But I might visit there one day to have some breakfast. It's hard to eat foods I've prepared myself since when I touch them a second time they go back to being dead and...well, that's just not pleasant.