Lost...
It was a way of being; a state of mind; a place in space.
It was a noun, an adjective, and a verb.
All of which applied to her.
Hex stopped walking, sat down on a bench, buried her face in her hands. It was just too much to bear sometimes. The salty air in Jawan was great for clearing her mind, but once it was cleared, it all came crashing back down; the knowledge that none of her memories would ever return.
"Khe... You coming?"
"No!" a hand lashed out, whipping around inches from the Kuhna's face before retracting, held to the chest as the black-clad girl stared in horror at what she had almost done, eyes wide, breathing heavy. "I'm not Kheisa! I can't be Kheisa! I would remember if I was her!" She clutched her head, as though if she held it hard enough she would somehow squeeze out some memories.
The Cherry Kuhna backed off, ears back, and sat down a bit away from Hex. "You... You really can't remember?"
"God, Peppermint! If I could remember, I would have told you!" She growled, then pulled her ears and hair down, groaning. "Ohhh, god... What can I do? I don't know anybody anymore, even myself..."
(please only join if you have roleplayed with me before; if your character has met Khe or if I chat with you a WHOLE HECK OF A LOT.)