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

The strength I once effortlessly drew now mocked me in bits—maddening, pathetic bits. I had lost everything that was mine. Almost. They believed I had been annihilated. That the binding spell's response had somehow probably killed me. Still, I wasn't dead. I had just been cut down. Divested of form, thrown into the spaces between what is and what was. I stayed there, in the shadows of memory and spirit, until the world forgot about me. But the world hardly ever forgets. Magic never forgets.

"Wow, how did I not notice that?" "You're the reincarnated hex queen, but the dark court cast a mass memory spell on the whole world, thus, only a few still remember." He speaks too fast, the way scholars do when their own theories scared them. "You're strong to survive death by your mate." "My mate? Who?" "That's not my story to tell," he says quietly. This doesn't make any sense. I'm so confused right now. I tap my fingers against my chin. "So what's the catch? Why are you telling me all this?"

"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..."

Martha said to me which I nodded before laying down. Everything seemed so strange to me, very strange because I couldn't remember a single thing in my life, why am I weak, what happened to me, why was I found, why can't I remember anything it's making me go crazy." I sighed looking up at the wooden Celine. " What are we going to do since she doesn't have her memory, she can't even remember her name, Dad?" Octavio asked looking at the two adults.

So why should I think about anything else? But talking about my dream actually reminds me of the many other characters that were present there. I work with someone, I remember how his smell, sweet like vanilla. But I can't remember his face clearly, I don't even remember his name. But what I remember clearly is that I ended up with him, and I was happy. Who is that man? Am I not going to meet him in this world? Will I meet him in another world? Or have I met him among my customers? Or pass it on the street I passed on the way home from work?

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.

At this time, Sophie did not hesitate at all as she said, “I do not want to leave everything to fate. That is simply too unreliable. There are so many people in this world. Aside from the neighbors who are right at our doorstep, the probability of two people who have met by chance in a foreign country meeting again coincidentally is close to zero. If I do not take the initiative to look for him, I am afraid that I will not ever be able to find him in this lifetime.” After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by

" Mig exclaimed. "Amnesia ?" I thought within. "Yes your memory has been lost,you won't be able to remember anything from the past for some period of time" She said and my heart dropped. "That's pretty bad" Mig sighed. "Yes it is. And also we didn't find any means of identification on you" The lady said. I tried holding back the tears that was threatening to flow out but i couldn't,it rolled down to my cheeks...continuously. Why can't i remember a thing?

Her plea for remembrance, for the restoration of her identity, reverberated through the air, carrying the depth of her desperation. "I don't remember anything, Kendrick. Trust me," she wailed, her voice filled with profound despair. "I've lost myself, lost my memories. I want them back... I want to remember everything. This misery... it's suffocating me. I long for a better life for Echo and me, but without my past, I can't find the way forward. I can't live in misery any more. From childhood, I have had enough."

NEFERTARY ¿Más cerca de la verdad? I can assure you that today has been one of the most overwhelming days in my pathetic, dramatic, and perfectly messed-up life. And the fact that it's only just beginning doesn't help. I've had to endure congratulations and gifts from miserable, filthy, hypocritical rats who treat me like we're best friends. Simply spectacular. —Why did everyone know it was your birthday except me? —I look at Mathias; the blue in his eyes is hypnotically fascinating.