Unnamed Memory: After The End Novels & Stories

⸻ A future where reality survived. And everything suffered forever. 😨 ⸻ No ending. No peace. No closure. ⸻ Only endless existence. ⸻ An eternal prison. ⸻ 🌙 The Impossible Choice The memory reached its climax. ⸻ Nyra discovered a terrible truth. ⸻ The ending wasn’t the enemy. ⸻ The ending was necessary. ⸻ Every story needed one. ⸻ Every life needed one. ⸻ Every dream needed one.

"Life's going to be strange in a new country, so take this card. Think of it as a small way for the Wells family to make things right. And hey, if you ever need anything, just call me." I clutched the bank card Tracy handed me, took one last look around, and then I walked away without looking back.

"I am what remained." "From what?" "From the first ending." Elara frowned. "The first ending?" He nodded. "Before the beginning you remember, there was another beginning." She stepped closer. "What happened?" The stranger looked around. "Everything ended." Elara's heart sank. "Everything?" "Everything." "Then how did existence continue?" "It didn't." He pointed toward the lights. "Not at first." Elara stared. "Then what am I looking at?" "Memory." She felt a chill.

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."

The memory shifted. Something happened. Something terrible. Something hidden. The child screamed. Reality fractured. Creation shattered. And the silver-eyed child disappeared into the chaos. The memory ended. --- Emma staggered backward. Tears filled her eyes. "What happened?" The Mother's expression broke. Just for a moment. A crack in her composure. A wound reopening. The End's voice trembled. Don't answer. The Mother looked directly at Emma. Then at the countless fractures spreading through existence. Finally, she whispered:

Through all of it I stayed calm and unmoved, neither sad nor glad, neither bitter nor hateful. He no longer stirred my heart and no longer caused me pain. I could not even summon any extra feeling for him. Every time, it was Julian who stood in front of me, politely turned away his intrusion, and quietly led me off. Time after time he came, and time after time he hit a wall. At last he saw that I had truly let go. I would not come back, and I would never be his again. The certainty in his eyes shattered completely, leaving only a dead, hollow desolation.

I swore that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would treasure her, spoil her, and love her. "I swore that I would give her a happy family. But in the end, I hurt her deeply while claiming that it was love. "I repented, but time won't turn back, and Liv won't forgive me, either. I deserved this ending. I can't blame it on anyone else." People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn't see the future, they would become extra aware of the past. He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes.

“Man didn’t even think about it.” “Some questions don’t need thinking.” That got another round of laughter. And honestly, it felt good. Talking about Amanda didn’t sting. If anything, it made me realize how much I had moved on. Whatever we had belonged to another version of me. A younger one. A dumber one. And maybe this was closure after all. Conversation shifted back to tomorrow’s game. We were all so eager for it. The bell rang after a little while, signaling the end of lunch break. Everybody groaned.

Let's end this. ***

Mommy, who's Adriano? What shook me even more was Adriano's name coming out of her mouth. Aida doesn't remember anything of the past. She was a small kid back then. Se might have the idea but she seems to have forgotten about everything as she is growing older. I felt like I am losing my sense to communicate, my voice trembling, as I struggled to find the words. "He... he is no one, Aida. I don't know why I took that name." "Now Aida be a good girl and tell me what exactly happened. Who was that stranger? How did he look?" I questioned her.