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"You remember?" "Yes, that is my name. How did you know that?" "Do you remember your surname?" "Genesis Leticia Roseburg." I said instinctively. "Genesis Leticia Roseburg?" "You remember." "But how?" I was so confused myself. "I never knew it. Only now when you called me Genesis. How so?" "It's part of the memory gaining tactics. Sometimes you just need a key word, and you will remember so much." "The way you said it... promise me, Genesis."

“He just annoyed the hell out of me for months, so that doesn’t count.” “Did you really try to remember everything?” Alessa asked. I nodded. “If that’s the only way to get an answer, then yes I’ll remember everything.” “How can you remember everything?” Claire asked. “I don’t have any special skill. It just happens that I met an oddball idiot,” I explained. “I can’t forget my first impression of him. An annoying, unforgettable weirdo.” We tend to remember the strange and unforgettable moments. Normal days are easily forgotten, tossed into the trash bin of memory.

"Because it makes you remember every memory of yours with high clarity. Like it happened just a minute ago. You remember everything. With the most clear detail possible. It's like pouring all your thoughts into a pensieve, and having them available for you to browse at any time." Leona said to the dark-skinned Auror. "Then how can it be a double-edged sword?" The reply came from Director Bones, who understood the meaning. "Shacklebolt, when she says every memory, she means it. Every memory recalled with great clarity, a thought of distance away. The good memories, the neutral memories, the bad memories, and the nightmarish memories. All remembered with clarity."

Because of that Debbie was still wrong about remembering their names. "You're..." Debbie tried to remember the face of her seatmate who was very familiar but forgot the name, even though it felt on the tip of her tongue. They were in the same group at the orientation periode. "Amy." she said. "Oh yes, Amy." Debbie smiled, the memory of the incident when school orientation replayed in her mind... No―no flashback needed. If possible, Debbie wants to erase the memory of the dark incident in the closed room. Until now she feels grateful and indebted to upperclassmen who managed to save them.

“To remember people and events?” “I don’t need photos for that. The memories are here.” Peter tapped the side of his forehead. “Everyone’s memories fade. Photos don’t.” At least, not digital ones. “Not mine.” He set his empty glass on the coffee table, his eyes dark. “I have a superior memory.” My snort slipped out before I could stop it. “Someone has a high opinion of himself.” That earned me a shadow of a smirk. “I’m not bragging. I have hyperthymesia, or HSAM. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. Look it up.”

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

In words that never should’ve been spoken, and gestures that could never be forgotten. And the memories were anything but good.

Before this table. Something I don’t yet understand, but that my body recognizes. And that look. That look she gives me unwittingly. Like a burn. Like a memory. A flash runs through me. A dim light. Rumpled sheets. Warm skin. A name whispered in the shadows. But everything is blurry. Distant. Like drowned underwater. I furrow my brows. Why is this memory so blurry? Why is it coming back now? Lucas breaks the moment. — And your car, Alexandre? How are you recovering from your accident two months ago?

Damien Memory is a strange thing. People think it comes back like a movie. A full scene, complete with sound and color and the exact emotion of the moment. They think you sit down and remember the way you sit down and watch something on a screen. Mine came back like an ambush.