«There were two.
One was meant to have dark hair and tanned skin, but it never was, never had the chance to be.
The other one had pale skin and white hair. I remember her the most, but I can't find anything that proves she existed. She was mine, I took care of her, but where is she? Was she real? Is she alone, scared, afraid? What if she needs me and I can't find her? Dr. James says this happens to some women who are grieving, he says I'll be okay as long as keep taking this pill, and then another and another... but even then, some days the memories come to me, livid dreams. She used to love bunnies, painting, she liked taking pictures of me and the sky while we walked in the park.
Why didn't I think of the pictures? I have to look for them.»
— Moonique's diary, day 205.
One was meant to have dark hair and tanned skin, but it never was, never had the chance to be.
The other one had pale skin and white hair. I remember her the most, but I can't find anything that proves she existed. She was mine, I took care of her, but where is she? Was she real? Is she alone, scared, afraid? What if she needs me and I can't find her? Dr. James says this happens to some women who are grieving, he says I'll be okay as long as keep taking this pill, and then another and another... but even then, some days the memories come to me, livid dreams. She used to love bunnies, painting, she liked taking pictures of me and the sky while we walked in the park.
Why didn't I think of the pictures? I have to look for them.»
— Moonique's diary, day 205.
«There were two.
One was meant to have dark hair and tanned skin, but it never was, never had the chance to be.
The other one had pale skin and white hair. I remember her the most, but I can't find anything that proves she existed. She was mine, I took care of her, but where is she? Was she real? Is she alone, scared, afraid? What if she needs me and I can't find her? Dr. James says this happens to some women who are grieving, he says I'll be okay as long as keep taking this pill, and then another and another... but even then, some days the memories come to me, livid dreams. She used to love bunnies, painting, she liked taking pictures of me and the sky while we walked in the park.
Why didn't I think of the pictures? I have to look for them.»
— Moonique's diary, day 205.