“The what?”
Curious, I pressed it.
And for the first time in my life, I missed the pain more than I had ever missed her. File- Krilinresort---Jedi-tricks--Love-Me-Baby....
By the third night, I was hollow. The Jedi-tricks had worked too well. I could no longer picture her face. I could no longer hear her laugh. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my own hands, and felt nothing.
I was here to forget her.
I tried. I failed.
The first night, they projected her face onto the ceiling. Not an angry face. The one from the beginning—the one that laughed with its whole body. My chest caved in. The attendant whispered through the speakers: “Observe the feeling. Do not fight it. Let it pass through you like a shadow.” “The what
I agreed. Why not? I had come to forget.
The brochure said Krilinresort was the last place in the galaxy where you could truly forget. The Jedi-tricks had worked too well
“I want to remember,” I said. “I want to feel it again. The whole thing. The fight. The door slamming. The note.”