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

"I don't really know why. But I think that I'm not wrong. Maybe you're thinking that I'm weird because I thinking about it this way. For some reason, I think that I have met you once in my life. But maybe that was for a long time ago or it never happened. I don't really sure of this." Hikari was so shocked when he heard that from Aimi. Hikari sure got a memory of the past with Aimi. But they just didn't use to be close to what did they are now. Almost everyone that he knows has forgotten about him because of the effect of Quantum Memory. Hikari was thinking that maybe it was impossible that Aimi will remember him. So he says to Aimi that maybe was the other guy. Aimi didn't really think if s

I look up at the sky, and for a moment, I feel like I am the only one in the world. I think about the people I have killed—the ones who had families and friends who loved them. I try to remember their faces and their names, but it's like trying to grasp at smoke. I can't remember them, and that makes me feel even worse. How could I have taken someone's life and not even remember their face?

The girl by the river. “The problem regarding your memory is complicated,” The physician replies after a beat of silence in which he’d scrutinized me and I listen to him carefully, “Are you sure that you remember nothing? Nothing at all about your life?” I shake my head regretfully, feeling utterly sad and sorry for myself, “Nothing. My mind is like a blank slate. I do not know my name, nor my age. I do not know where I come from. But I remember words, I remember how to talk, how to sit, how to eat and drink. All the …information, however, isn’t there.”

Iris stood at the end, wearing the dress she wore the day my memory was erased. “ Do you remember me now?.” she asked stretching her hand for me, I stepped forward one foot in fire and the other in bloom, I ran to her holding her hand the moment I got to her. Through time, through pain, every door that gave been close in my memory. Faces I had erased, voices I had silence. My father, my mother and my son. And then I noticed a door I had never see before, I opened it and behind the door was Wren, he smiled and said “ still think this is your mind Callum?”

If there will ever be a contest of such then Lukas will be the winner. "It's about time she knows" My nose scrunched, "Know what?" "Your friends don't remember you. Actually, no one on earth remembers you. It's the effect Dean created when he brought you here-" My eyes widened as those words sank in. Does no one remember me? It felt like my heart was in my throat. Everything felt blur around me as I was trying to make sense of those words. It meant that no one would try to find me. The stark realisation that I was in no one made me stagger back. Jackson and Mira would never even try to look for me because I don't exist for them.

And yet, there was nothing wrong with the test. Below is a transcript of the notebook. I’ve typed it out here in the hopes that someone will remember the city of Korona or someone who might have lived in it. Please contact me if you have any information. This is what was inside the notebook: My name is Helena Fredriksson. Five years ago I was a different person. I was younger back then, not just in the ordinary sense but in spirit too. There was joy in my life and I had hopes and dreams. That’s all gone now… I don’t have that much time to write this down, but I will try and explain what happened to us – to our entire community – as well as I can.

How dare he not save my contact information? Meanwhile, Vivian Morrow, who was standing beside me, grinned triumphantly. “You wench! Did you really think having Lucas’s number makes you special? Keep dreaming!” She looked at me with open contempt. “Even the janitors at Goodwin’s Group dress better than you.” I had always preferred simple, comfortable clothes and never cared about brand names. I never thought that would give people a reason to look down on me. “What era are you even living in? To think you’d still be judging people by their looks. Lucas must be out of his mind to call you his ‘sister in all but blood.’”

The John’s Horn Guildmaster pleaded, “Boy, I know that you are bearing guilt, but think for your life for God’s sake.” “Besides,” Zeki added. “You know none of them is going to die, right?” He was right. People kept telling me that those who got dusted would return to Earth and resume their lives with no memories of this world. However, upon remembering Mrs. Smith weeping in front of her husbands’ remains and Sally’s mourning on Travis’s passing, I had a sudden realization about the concept of recall and this world itself. There was no turning back for me on this. “It’s the only thing I could do to help everyone.”

For a second I saw her the way she must have appeared to her foster sister so many years ago: a tiny child with delicate features, alone and lonely in the world. “Nobody’s ever gonna remember me,” she murmured. “What are you talking about?! Of course they are!” She shook her head slowly, never taking her eyes off the horizon. “They only remember the ones who die. John Bonham… Keith Moon…” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. They only remember the ones who die. We had just officially crossed over into a Very Dark Place. But I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to ask her about that. I couldn’t. Not now. Not the way I was feeling, like my insides were about to come up any second.

But then I thought about everything else. “What about us?” The doctor didn’t answer immediately. And that pause told me everything before he even opened his mouth. “She doesn’t remember you.” I stared at him. “What?” “She doesn’t recognize people whose memories belong to the period she has forgotten.” My stomach twisted. I could almost hear Lydia’s voice in my head. That ridiculous laugh of hers. The way she called me whenever something happened. The way she’d tell me things she wouldn’t tell anyone else. And now she didn’t know me?