Sunday Snippet - Erasing Memories of You

I'm posting something that left my mind wandering the other night for several hours. It could turn into a new novella, full novel, or maybe just an idea that gives birth to a chapter in something I am currently working on. I think it came about partially because I've been analyzing Frankenstein by Mary Shelley in my Brit Lit class, and I was up late watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  Do you think its ever possible to actually ache for someone so much, that when they remove themselves totally from your life, you want the memories to be gone too?




She threw away everything he ever sent. Well, almost everything. She couldn't seem to get rid of the memories. She wanted to erase them. She wanted every synapse of thought that surrounded or involved him to be permanently gone. She had loved him. She hurt him. And he had hurt her immeasurably. She thought he loved her, but now she knew perhaps he didn't.

He insisted they remain friends so he could console himself with the knowledge she was still breathing, but suddenly he broke that promise and disappeared. Gone. Just like that. No hint that he was done. Just gone as if he never existed. He was out of her life as though she never meant a thing. Despite all promises on both sides all that was left was the day in and day out torturous thoughts. The smarmy phone taunted her. No text. No calls. No goodbye. No closure. An endless stream of waiting, wishing, and hoping he would contact her.

Couldn't she find someone willing to play Dr. Frankenstein and meddle with her mind? She ached for those memories to be erased. She wasn't asking for a lot, just about four months worth of proclamations of love, of shared desires, of feeling as though someone actually understood her.  If Clementine could do it in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, why couldn't she? She would change her name to Lacuna, move somewhere else, and never have to ache again for what would never be.