daydreaming-memories

[daydreaming-memories]

came back wrong trope with the character watching as their family tries to reconcile who they were with what they are now and failing. their loved ones unable to accept that they are different now, that the person they once were is dead. the character never being able to mend bridges with their family because they want who they were back, not them.

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Came back wrong except you remember who you used to be

You see the way they look at you. It hurts, but you understand.

You remember how you acted, how you felt, and you know you are not how you were

You can not be that person again

The life you lived, the dreams you once had, the friends you cared for- they belonged to someone else

You may have their memories, but they are dead, perhaps more so than they had been when they were six feet under- for you have taken the only thing that they had left- the memory of them- and you have twisted it, stolen it the way you stole their body, their life.

You are not that person.

God, you wish you could be them, and not just an empty shell, a cheap replacement, a stranger smiling with the face of a friend.

Try as you might; you will never live up to the person who you are supposed to be.

And you will never be the same person you once were.

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"Came back wrong" but you have no idea where you came back from. Like did we even go somewhere? I feel like I just woke up like this one day

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we've all heard of came back wrong. but what if you came back right?

you're the same as you were the day you left. you still like all the things you did before, the posters in your room, the food in the fridge. it's like nothing has changed.

but just because you didn't change doesn't mean the rest of the world didn't.

your younger sibling is taller now, making their own plans with friends they didn't used to have. your best friend no longer likes the show you know used to be their favourite. the house has been rearranged, repainted, the roads have been changed. and you're still the same person you were when you left, now a step out of place with the rest of the world. you didn't come back different at all, but everything changed while you were gone

something something about watching the world go by while you're stuck in one place

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I love a good "came back wrong" post. Fun trope. Very entertaining to talk about.

But what if you died in a world where reincarnation is a thing and someone brought you back from the cusp of some other strange womb and you could remember that feeling. You were half changed, half ready to be something new, and suddenly you must become again what you were ready to leave behind. You felt the warmth of a mother, and then you were dragged kicking and screaming back through the chill of death into a broken and beaten body.

And maybe you weren't even going to reincarnate as a human being. Maybe you were going to be a badger, or an iguana, or a dung beetle. Maybe you felt the safety of an eggshell or the flowing presence of the cool ocean around you.

Of course you'd come back wrong. You weren't supposed to come back at all. Not like this. Not like you used to be.

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You come back wrong, or do you? What came back wears your face. Has your memories. The only person who might have noticed the difference is only too eager to accept the changes in return for having you back.

But did you come back?

Your old body still rots in a grave, you can go look at it in the graveyard if you like. You don't. You were back because you left things unfinished the first time. You don't think about the rest you're being denied by being brought back.

You live your life the way you're told it was supposed to go. You try not to step out of that path, after all, this is what you were brought back for and it seems like a waste to get it wrong. It helps that you don't feel particularly attached to the people around you, which is probably wrong. Your memories tell you you should love them. Shouldn't those memories make you love them?

Everyone is so glad you came back, they don't mind. They dismiss the difference, the distance.

But did you, really, come back at all?

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You've heard of dying and coming back wrong, but what about dying and something else comes back and that something else is good. That something else is powerful beyond the human imagination and wants to make the world a better place. It wants to defend those who can't defend themselves and inspire peace, but it's still Something Else.

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Came back wrong as something you choose. Being so traumatized by the coldness of death. The pain of the wounds. The loneliness of the tomb. Taking your fear and weaponizing it against those who were with you, those who should've laid at the ground with you. Swearing to destroy everything so that they'll feel the emptiness you felt at the grave. Make them pay for leaving.

Coming back just to take someone else with you.

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came back wrong in the views of everyone except your lover who also came back wrong but you have been matching each others' freak from day one and instead of seeing it as coming back wrong it's merely an excuse for you to continue murdering together in order to sew new body parts onto each other as foreplay. is this anything

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"came back wrong," "came back right," who cares? all that matters is I'm back.

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You say she "came back wrong," but she told me she came back the best she could.

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what is this bullshit i came back wrong but you had worked yourself into the grave trying to save me? now i have to bring YOU back? my love you are trapping us in a cycle

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came back wrong but it's a character who never died, they've just been on an interminable journey home (.... perhaps even an . . . . odyssey) and by thr time they return, they've changed, and the home they come back to is not the same home they left, and they're still alive and their loved ones are still alive (perhaps even . . . their long lost partner) but they came back wrong

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"you came back wrong" the fact that i'm back at all is good enough for me. i'm thriving over here. if anything about that is 'wrong' then blame the guy who dredged me up.

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“Died and came back wrong” trope but no one notices because they came back alone. They can’t find those they were close to before, so they have to assimilate back to the land of the living among strangers. Everyone else just thinks they must’ve always been like this. The anguish of knowing they were something else before, something better, but have no evidence or anyone else to confirm this. No one to help them get back to who they were.

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I did not come back wrong. I came back exactly the same as I was.

But you put the memory of me on a pedestal, warped and edited until it no longer resembles me at all. I can’t compare to the perfect version of myself that you’ve fantasized about while I was gone, so you believe I came back wrong when actually I’m the same as I’ve ever been.

I’m not the one who’s changed. You are.

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You didn't "come back wrong", you just weren't the one they meant to bring back. Your tombstones must have been switched by accident, yeah, no sorry you don't get it either. You're sorry they went through all this trouble only to end up with you and- yes, yes you're not the one they wanted, but you've just come out of the ground and you're very confused so could you maybe stay with them for the time being? The world seems so different from when you last saw it, there are so many more lights and new places to see and-- could they not look at you like that? Yes, that way. The intensity of it upsets you, it burns holes into you. No, you won't change your name for them? No, no, it's fine, this is confusing for them as well. You just wish you could stop hearing that unwavering faith in their voice. These clothes don't quite fit you, but they're clean, folded and waiting and you can't really complain. You tell them you can't believe how lucky you got. There's wind on your face again, and things that seemed impossible in your previous life are now easily obtainable, and it's all thanks to them. They smile at you and say they're glad, then they call you by the wrong name.