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"What's your name?" Harriet was wavering in her glow. I sensed her indecisiveness in the relationship that we had. "Harriet," she said at last. The name hit him like a blow. Lucius clutched himself and gasped. "That name..." Groaned and pained, his countenance passed. "Why does it hurt?" Harriet stepped closer. Because you forgot, she said to herself. "Forgot what?" he demanded, his voice rising. Her little hands stared back at her. "You forgot us."

I finally exclaimed as all the memories came rushing back to me. How could I have forgotten him? He had been such a nice person, even though we’d only spent a few hours together. I shouldn’t have forgotten him. Well, my mind had been occupied with so many things, so I couldn’t entirely blame myself. But it was a good thing I remembered on time. Otherwise, he might have thought I was an ungrateful person. “What’s your name again?” I asked with a smile. “Vance? Or…” I trailed off, trying to remember.

On my birthday, my girlfriend Serena organized a trip to the amusement park for the five of us. When we got to the log flume, the four of them stepped right past me and took the whole front row. I froze for half a second, then said nothing and went to the second row on my own. As we plunged down the drop, all three girls cried out, "Kyle!" and threw themselves into his arms, laughing and squealing. I was still gripping the safety bar when, all at once, the three of them pulled out umbrellas and held them over their heads. The massive waterfall ahead shredded my poncho in seconds and drenched me from head to toe. Kyle turned around. "Adrian! Why don't you have an umbrella?" Serena and

he said, chewing his gum a little loudly Looking down to my computer, I pretended as if I didn't remember him "your name sir?" "Forgotten my name already sugar?" He asked, giving me a toothless grin "it seems I didn't make quite the impression the other day, but it's okay, the name is Peter" Just for formality, I checked for his in the system "Mr. Peter_?" "Peter Washington"

I can't even imagine myself lose my memory, it brings me a chill down to my spine. We have a lot of peoples to remember in our life but forgetting all of them and live a life is really considered as hell. "I'm sorry for your loss, Harry." I gave him a small smile but he seemed surprised. Why? Does he expect me to yell at him? But what he did wrong? It's not his fault and he didn't wish one. "And-- my name is Harry John Brooks." He blurted out. Huh! Harry John Brooks. Now I get the point why he asked me about him.

Both of them had a shocked expression on their faces. Kumuda looked around and was puzzled as to why Naksha was hidden. Naksha: "What did you say your name was again? I couldn't remember sorry." Kumuda: "Who are you and why should I say my name to you?" Tanisi: "Even I forgot your name. Can you say your name again. Offlate my memory seems to be playing tricks on me." Kumuda: "Kumuda.. My name is Kumuda."

It was hard to equate him with the Maleficent who’d kissed me in the dark only days ago. “I was… I was going to send out thank you cards to people who’d attended the, uh, the Halloween party. And I…” He laughed stiffly. “Well, I’d forgotten Kaity… Kaitlynn’s last name.” “You forgot…” Brick trailed off to glance toward the wall where a large sign said JUDGE Fashions Industry. He turned back to Ezra. “Yeah. You are so full of shit right now.” Ezra choked out his surprise. “Excuse me?”

But unlike all other five-year-old kids, I was going to be engaged. He asked me if I knew him and of course, I didn't. I had never seen him before, that's what my memories said but was I right? Definitely, I wasn't. But, I did know about Kirito. In all my memory, even then, I could forget everything- thanks to my short term memory problems, but not Kirito's name. I was a slow learner, I could forget even my birthday, but not Kirito's.

(THE OBSCURA’S REALITY) “WINONA.” As he whispers the name that he somehow calling. Thinking deep about such a name that is honesty knocking something unusual and unknown from his consciousness. The name and the identity of someone that he knew and well too enough. But then he somewhat didn’t, probably forgot, or something made him forget. “Let’s see.”

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me