Why Does Nobody Remember Me In This World Characters Novels & Stories

At the person buried beneath all of it. The person nobody had remembered. The person who had eventually forgotten themselves. And she asked again. More gently this time. More kindly. As though speaking to a frightened child. “What was your name?” Silence. The eye trembled. The darkness rippled. Another memory surfaced. Stronger than before. A gathering of ancient beings beneath the silver sky. Someone standing alone at the edge. Watching the others laugh. Watching them share stories. Hoping to join them. A voice called out.

“The painting is going to be your gift to me. I'm naming it, The Memories of Nobody." Sandra giggled. “But you're not a nobody." “For you, I'm going to be here with you as your protector. I promise to annihilate everyone who tries to block your way to success. For Catherine, I will be the man that'll love her forever... but the world doesn't have to know about that, because they're not as important as you and Catherine. So I'm “Nobody” to this world." Sometimes Sandra wonders how she truly feels toward him. Scared of the emotions because it's still new. How she wish she wasn't in love with him.

The world turned purple. The Song-Eater's beam was a wave of absolute nothingness, a vacuum for the soul. Where it touched the front lines of Rememberers, their faces didn't register pain. They just… emptied. The fierce light in their eyes winked out. The set of their shoulders, the grip on their spears, it all went slack. They stood like dolls whose strings had been cut, their memories, their courage, their very identities siphoned away into the machine's hungry maw.

Forgot herself. "Who am I?" she asked me one day. Genuine question. Lost question. Forgotten question. "People keep calling me Haven. Keep saying I'm important. Keep treating me like like I matter. But I don't remember why. Don't remember being anything. Who am I? What am I? Why does everyone why do they love me when I can't remember them?" Tears fell. Mine. Hers. Everyone's who witnessed. Haven had forgotten herself. Forgotten her importance. Forgotten everything.

⸻ For a long moment… Nobody spoke. ⸻ Finally— He whispered: ⸻ “People should be remembered.” ⸻ The universe trembled. ⸻ Cities appeared. 🏙️ ⸻ Libraries appeared. 📚 ⸻ Memorials appeared. ⸻ Not because loss vanished. ⸻ But because memories mattered. ⸻ The Void King smiled. ⸻ For the first time… Without sadness. ⸻ 🌙 Nyra’s Dream

They buzzed around her, promising to double their kindness to make her future bright. My heart ached as I listened. The brothers once made those same promises to me. I knew they still cared about me, but they had chosen someone else over me time and time again. I wondered how they would react if I lost my memory after the surgery. … When I stepped out of my room later, the big villa was quiet. I felt a wave of relief once I realized I was alone. I felt so much more comfortable with everyone gone. I took my time packing up my things and moving them back to the villa my grandparents had left me.

But she needs to make money because she doesn't like being paid without doing anything. So.....Mom appointed someone to take care of me. I don't know who, but she said I'd find out soon enough. I was all ready to go, so I sat there patiently, waiting for whoever was gonna come get it. I went through my phone, and I noticed I got a message from someone I didn't know. His name happens to be Nicholas. [How are you doing?] He asked. [I'm sorry I couldn't come to the hospital. My dad came back yesterday and sent me on a business trip. Kristen said, "You lost your memories." I wish I could be there.]

He knows that ‘he’ will forget – like they always do, like they always have. ‘Is it my fault,’ he wondered, ‘is it my fault on why we keep repeating this life, not being successful of anything?’ He knows it isn’t his partner’s fault. He knows it isn’t his partners’ faults either. His head was aching. He seems to remember something: ‘Lucas? Lucas? Where are you?!’

The most cherished and beloved person to me. "One would think time moves slowly in the real world, but surely a lot more happened in that short time than it did for me here." Nix then told me how time flies here quickly. "I need to know everything because you will lose your memory soon. As time will fly by, you will begin to forget the real world. You will need me to remind you of everything. How about you use me as your memory bank? I will keep them safe for you." Nix’s idea sounded better. She was my wolf and would not lose memory.

Every single passing second is echoing with dread and worry about what all this is about. I am a nobody. No one has ever asked about me since I dropped out of college and was thrown into this dungeon. All my friends blocked me from social media or something. They don't care to look for me, and I don't. I see no one on my wall. My social media accounts have nothing on my friends list, and my walls are filled with only my own paintings. The world has been mute, unaware, and unbothered about my existence. Why would anyone rekindle my existence just now? For what godforsaken purpose?