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THE ALBUM.
<p>Some things are never meant to be remembered.</p><p><br/></p><p>They are meant to stay buried somewhere between yesterday and the version of me that no longer exists.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I found an album.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not a musical album.</p><p>A photograph album.</p><p><br/></p><p>It had no name on it.</p><p>No date.</p><p>No owner.</p><p>No details at all.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just a black cover, slightly worn at the edges, sitting where I was certain nothing had been sitting before.</p><p><br/></p><p>I opened it.</p><p><br/></p><p>The first picture was ordinary.</p><p><br/></p><p>Too ordinary.</p><p><br/></p><p>A house.</p><p>A road.</p><p>A few people standing outside.</p><p><br/></p><p>I turned the page.</p><p><br/></p><p>Another picture.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then another.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then I noticed something strange.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just too strange though.</p><p><br/></p><p>I knew the people in the pictures.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not because I remembered meeting them...</p><p><br/></p><p>Because I remembered becoming them.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every page looked like a piece of my life that I had somehow forgotten.</p><p><br/></p><p>A birthday I couldn't remember.</p><p>A room I had never seen.</p><p>A face that looked exactly like mine, only older.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then I reached the last page.</p><p><br/></p><p>There was only one photograph.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was a picture of me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Taken from behind.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was standing in front of a mirror.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I wasn't holding the camera.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stared at it for a long time, trying to understand what was really going on in that photograph </p><p><br/></p><p>Then I noticed the date printed underneath.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tomorrow.</p><p><br/></p><p>I closed the album.</p><p><br/></p><p>I opened it again.</p><p><br/></p><p>The photograph had changed.</p><p><br/></p><p>This time, I was facing the camera.</p><p><br/></p><p>And someone was standing behind me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone I couldn't see in the mirror.</p><p><br/></p><p>So now I have only one question...</p><p><br/></p><p>If the album is showing memories that haven't happened yet, who has been taking the pictures?</p><p><br/></p><p>And perhaps the more frightening question is......</p><p><br/></p><p>What happens when the album reaches the last page?</p>
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