Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick Official

Even if it killed me. Would you like a short poem or a character monologue in the same style?

"You wrote this," he said. "Before they took your memory. Before they tried to unmake us."

The rain fell in soft, relentless whispers over Coldwater, each drop a needle stitching me back into a life I couldn't remember. They said I fell. They said I was lost for eleven weeks. But when I opened my eyes in that hospital bed, the only thing missing was him. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

The world tilted. The rain stopped mid-air. And for the first time since I woke up empty, I remembered what falling felt like.

But at night, the fisilti came. Whispers in the dark. A voice like cold fire, saying my name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Patch. Even if it killed me

I had chosen him once. I would choose him again.

His jaw tightened. He pulled a folded paper from his jacket—a page torn from a book, the edges charred. On it, in handwriting I didn't recognize as my own, were the words: If I forget you, find me in the storm. "Before they took your memory

"Who are you?"