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Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

I groaned out of frustration “I don’t have retentive memories .it died “ he said opening the doors to the cafeteria. “ what do you mean by he died, peoples bring don’t die like that except you’re an old person are you in your 50s? I had to ask because I remember my mom telling me that Her father ,my grandfather had amnesia when he was in his late 50s or early 50s and make them not remember things because their brain dies from all the stress and overthinking from the mafia works. So Marcus telling me that was very odd ,does that mean I was having a crush on an elderly man.

I've known him for a long time. He was surprised to hear that I didn't remember anything, but it was very mild. He said it was only temporary amnesia due to the D.E system having a slight bump while I was entering the virtual world, and we will wait two weeks to see if the situation improves. Virtual world, a phrase as light as a feather. My sadness, my confusion, my panic, my inner torment, just summed it up. Not paranoid, but virtual. - So before you recall, let me introduce myself, I'm Rio Suguru, just call me Mura, my neuropsychologist and psychologist, my partner in the D.E Virtual Reality project.

Mary had brought with her a mug of vegetable stock and piece of bread with butter to go with it. Bathed, fed and getting her hair done. Mary tutted at the sight of the hollow of her eyes and cheeks. "It is a good thing that your young man will be here. I'm not sure how much longer you would have lasted. But, of course you father brought you the news of your young man's return." With a final pat on her shoulder, Mary turned Mira to face the mirror. When Mira saw her reflection, she gasped. She looked like someone out of a horror story. Her eyes were sunk in and were encircled with deep bruises from her lack of sleep and the hollows of her cheeks were so sunk in that just for a little bit, you

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FLASHBACK Brett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was. He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face.

“Don’t you remember me? You forget people easily.” Mable looked at the man in front of him and confirmed that she had no impression of him. She smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember many things. May I ask who you are?” “I’m Howard Morse. How bad is your memory that you don’t even remember me?” “Howard Morse?” Mable was slightly bewildered. She had no memory of him. Howard looked at Mable and frowned when he saw that she did not seem to be pretending. “Mable, did you lose your memory again?”

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

XENIA *Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport* "Oh Louie, you worry too much. This ain't no biggie so chill, it would have to wait." I chuckle as I walked out of the airport, pulling my luggage behind. I'm on the phone with my manager.

Maren froze for a few seconds before she slowly raised her head to meet her mom's gaze. "That's impossible, mom. You're talking shit," Maren quickly blurted. "Oh, don't try to make me feel like I'm some terribly old lady. I do not have amnesia, young lady" Maren suddenly closed her laptop with force. "Don't you think it's a little too late to be up, mom? Some of us have work to do in the morning" she stood up and headed for her laptop casing.