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

It’s as if she never existed. I hesitate before whispering, “I’ve never heard anyone talk about your mother.” His fingers still. For the first time since this night began, Zander hesitates. He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair, gaze dark with thoughts I can’t begin to decipher. “Because good souls are rarely remembered by this world.” He begins and my heart clenches, listening to him.

I just hsye how almost everyone is always taking me for granted in this world. " I had no idea a nobody can be emotional. I thought you live yo please the nobility " I won't lie if I say that I don't try as much as to keep a tear from falling. I hate it when everyone is there telling me where exactly I belong. It makes me become even weak . " I know you have a multitude of problems and that is why I want to help you " he says this time abit calm than the pervious talk.

“I just understood that I don't belong to anything or anyone in this world, Clary,” I said after a while, answering her question. “No one cares about me; it's like these guys; they all always want to cum and leave. No one will ever look at me any further than that.” My voice got choked at the end.

Human. Not what I expected from a legendary figure. “I forgot how confusing this part is.” The city continued bustling around us. Nobody seemed to notice us. People walked past. Children ran through the square. Vendors sold fruit and flowers. The world carried on as though nothing unusual was happening. As though two strangers hadn’t just appeared from thousands of years in the future. The Builder noticed me studying the crowd. “They can’t see you.” I looked back at her. “What are we?” “A memory.”

We lie side by side, fully clothed, hands barely brushing. Like two men standing at the edge of something irreversible. “If I fall,” I murmur, “don’t become a monster for me again.” Nicholas turns toward me. “If you fall,” he says, voice low and deadly, “the world falls with you.” I smile. “Still dramatic.” He smirks faintly. “Still alive.” Memory is no longer the enemy. It’s the weapon.

"I do not... I do not remember anything." Maria and Luna exchanged worried glances. "What do you remember?" Maria asked gently. I closed my eyes and tried to think. Tried to find something. Anything. But there was only darkness. My head was empty and blank. "Nothing," I whispered. "I don't remember anything." "Nothing at all?" Luna asked. Her eyes were wide. "No," I said. The word felt like a confession. "I do not know how I got here. I do not know what happened to me. I do not even know..."

I said suddenly, before I could stop myself. His eyes lifted instantly but I didn’t look at him again when I continued. “Not names. Not people the way they’re supposed to be. But I remember pain. I remember fire. I remember…” My voice stalled for a second as something flickered at the edge of my thoughts, too fast to catch properly. “I remember dying, I think.” His jaw tightened slightly. I swallowed and kept going anyway. “There was a place under the mountain. A throne room that didn’t belong to this world.” I pressed my fingers against my temple lightly, trying to force the memory into shape. “And you were there.”

“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?”

What just happened? One second, I wasn’t here—I wasn’t anywhere. I was standing in that strange void, the one that hummed with power and silence all at once. Someone had been there, someone I desperately want to remember but for some reasons I don't remember . She was someone else. Someone terrifying. Someone ancient. wait, was the someone a she? And her words still echoed through me like thunder. > “You shall leave Damian Blackwood and forget everything about him.” Forget him. But why?

The most frightening situation besides being forgotten is forcing yourself to forget. Don't forget because I haven't forgotten. Just a reminder... Jane gaped, she is stunned by constantly remembering (that person's good side). After a while she gets used to remembering him, after a while she get used to remembering him but this, that's not what she meant at all, she was more afraid when she said that he doesn't remember her, just kill her! She feel her world is collapsing, the pain of being left behind but she doesn't remember her at all! she doesn't remember himself…