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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 16: Remembering the Forgotten

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 16: Remembering the Forgotten**


I stood before the mirror.


My hand trembled —  

but only for a second.


And then...


**CRACK.**  

The glass shattered.


---


Silence followed.  

But inside me, a storm broke loose.


Memories didn’t return gently.  

They **rushed in** —  

like water breaking through a broken dam.


---


Flashbacks.  

College corridor.  

Rain.  

Yalini laughing as we ran for cover.  

Our fingers touched — and stayed.


I remembered the way she looked at me  

the day before I shut her out.


---


> “Why are you pushing me away, Viyan?”  

I had no answer.


Back then…  

I was drowning in fear.  

Nightmares.  

Dark thoughts.  

The early signs of the storm in my mind.


So I let her go.  

Not because I didn’t love her.  

But because I didn’t trust **myself**.


---


More images came.


A letter I wrote but never sent.  

A photo of us torn and buried in my journal.  

The day she left the city.


And her last words to me:


> “If you ever remember this love…  

> don’t be afraid to come back.”


---


I collapsed to my knees.  

The broken mirror reflected a broken version of me —  

but now, one that was finally **whole** in memory.


I whispered to myself:


> “I didn’t forget you, Yalini.  

> I just… buried you to survive.”


And now I remember.


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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