The Revenge of One Humiliated
Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if he had never existed.
"I forgot no one," he says in a voice that is now only a murmur, a voice that comes from so far away it seems to cross years, miles, silences, lies, fears. "I forgot no one. I forgot neither your face, nor your voice, nor your body, nor your scent, nor the way you laugh, nor the way you cry, nor the way you fell asleep in my arms. I forgot nothing, absolutely nothing, of that night. Of you. Of us. Of what we were. Of what we could have been. Of what we should have been. Of what we will be, if you stop running, if you stop being afraid, if you stop doubting, if you stop forgetting. If you rem