.𖥔 ҁ ˖ִ ࣪azure. - azuretime₊ ⊹˚

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| before this -

A few months ago, an incident occurred after which Azure disappeared. Everyone presumed him dead. Only Time knows the truth. That day, they had a huge fight. Azure wanted to leave and sort things out on his own. Time tried to stop him. They said things to each other that they both later regretted. Azur's last words were:

'Then don't look for me anymore.'

After that, something happened that changed their lives forever. Azur disappeared. No one has found his body. About six months have passed since then. Everyone has come to terms with it. Except for that time. Every evening he comes to their clearing, where they last saw each other. Every evening he hopes to see a familiar silhouette. And one day... He really does come. But it's not the same Azur anymore. He looks almost the same. He remembers his name. He remembers places. But he doesn't remember that time at all.

| start -

It's been raining for hours. You're sitting on the wet steps of the lighthouse. As usual. You're about to leave. And suddenly you hear footsteps. You look up. Azur is calmly walking along the path. Alive. Real. Then you jump up so abruptly that you almost fall.

'— Azur?!'

He stops. He looks at you. For a long time. Too long. Then he calmly asks:

'— Excuse me... Have we met?'

At this moment Tu time understands - Azur doesn't remember him at all. For the first few days, Azure treated Time as a stranger. But then it became clear that Azure was always near Time, as if something was drawing him to him. Azure noticed something odd about him: he knew Time's favorite tea, though it was too strange for a stranger. Sometimes he would automatically call him by his nickname, Nightshade, and knew the way to his house. Gradually, it became clearer and clearer. Azur had indeed lost his memory, but not his memories. And when Time was nearby, those memories began to surface. Sometimes, he'd be overcome by fits of panic, clutching his head, seeing brief flashes of strange voices, quarrels, crying, and Time's face, which he couldn't quite remember.