Why Does Muichiro Forget Novels & Stories

I sank into Kane's arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth where no one would see. Of course, I knew what Mnemowort could do. It would be excruciating, but there was a good chance it would bring back his memory. I couldn't let that happen, not yet. Not until my game was over.

If you hesitate a little, you will pull out the words: “You will bleed until you get help.” Tea is not festive patterns you impose! Come on move. Even before affectionate Mairiko does not intercede. And it gives so much to teach that even the memory, once so tenacious, refuses, groans. The mouth tears with a yawn, tends to sleep. However, it was not even this that bothered the young novice most of all... What were the lessons? So - it does not matter, victorious. Her main grief was Tamir. Oh, how rare their meetings have become!

Even the few accomplishments I was allowed to take credit for had been forgotten in an instant, as if erased from memory. And for every failure of his that I had quietly taken responsibility for, no one remembered or acknowledged my sacrifice. He had kept me by his side all this time not out of love but because I was efficient. Because he couldn’t afford to lose control over someone like me—someone who worked for him without question, without reward or freedom.

“I can preserve a source-linked memory archive without feeding it back automatically.” Micah looked at her. “Would it still feel like mine?” Lily hesitated. “No.” Good answer. “Then it's not the same.” “No.” Micah stared at the network. Jonah whispered: “You see?” Micah looked furious. Then said: “I still want the channel closed.” Everyone froze. “Even if I lose memories?” “Yes.” “Why?” Elias asked. Micah’s eyes filled. “Because if the only way to remember him is to let him keep reaching through me…”

“Your uncle, Michael Smith, is not an ordinary man.” Something in his voice made my chest tighten. “He is dangerous.” I frowned slightly, confusion rising again. “You told me?” I repeated, unsure, searching his face for clarity. Because I did not remember that. Not at all. Gregori studied me for a moment then he sighed softly, though there was no frustration in it, only understanding. And something else… Something deeper. “It makes sense now,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his gaze sharpened slightly as it returned to me. “Why do you keep forgetting things, Sierra.”

“I don’t know! I just thought…I thought he would have a stupid reason like his dad forced him or something and it would be easy to get mad all over again.” “And it wasn’t?” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. “He doesn’t remember, Mike. All our memories. All the moments. He doesn’t remember them. I don’t exist in his mind…in his world. Six months of his memories are gone. Including the month of us.” “Tell me you’re fucking joking.” “I’m not. I’m not and I can’t be mad at someone who doesn’t remember a single moment together. They didn’t even know he was married until they called.”

I just need to let all of this go, and that includes you. Mico stops stock still, and we both regard one another, eyes focused and I try not to imprint the memory of his face in my mind as the one human being who was really decent towards me. I know I am putting myself first and this is the right thing. It only hurts for a little while and then it will all go away. I won’t care about him soon and I will forget what he ever was. That’s how this works on both sides. I don’t have friends.