She keeps on having it. That substance that makes her forget the words that dont matter, and more importantly, that makes her write the words she feels. Now she just had her last puff for the morning. She had just enough to forget that time is going by without talking to her.. that one.
The one who wanted to make her forget her name. The one that failed in her mission apparently, because she ended up remembering exactly everything about their meeting, about how perfectly everything went. And she doesn't say it much, but she keeps on reviewing the whole scenes all over and over again. Like a boomerang, no matter how far she tries to throw her mind not to think about it, she always ends up having really strong memories. Remembering how smooth and sweet her skin was..
Now one thing is clear, she will always have her in her mind. And all she can do is keep on having the substance, as much as it takes to cover the rest of the memories that keep on popping up like hot pop corn.
She doesn't mind it anymore... She's just trying to find a way out.