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Maybe I'd become a rogue because I had nowhere else to go. No. That didn't explain why people were chasing me. Or why everyone seemed determined to keep me alive. I let out a shaky breath. Nothing made sense. The more memories I uncovered, the less I understood. "Why can't I just remember?" I whispered. "Don't push yourself too hard. It's only a matter of time. I'm sure you'll remember more." Lena pulled me out of my thoughts. "I don't even remember my own name." "That doesn't mean you'll never remember it."

JADE MEDREX POV: It's been four months since the anonymous person started to bother me, he stopped but again came back sending flowers. Javen was so furious about this person. I'm worried that Javen could kill this person when he found out who he is. I can't imagine what will happen when that time comes. GOSH! I hope he stopped now. I can not remember anyone from the past that I had met or knew anyone, even maybe cousins or best friends I can not remember at all. I only remember my Dad from the past and I still remember the face of the person who caused my mental disability before if I see her, maybe?

"No Mez, it's not like that, even though the whole world had given up, we always believed that you would come back someday, especially Evin. Mez, you aren't that easy to beat either, you just don't remember how powerful you actually are. To be honest, neither I nor Victor know what happened that day, that nightmare of a day... where millions were killed in a pointlessly, brutal war, for now, I suggest you get some rest, you look terribly tired." Katy was right, my recovering memories were draining my energy, I guessed everything had a price. I got glimpses of memories here and there, like lost fragments. I remembered myself teasing Isla and playing pranks on her with Evin, and then the sense

And why couldn't I remember her? “So you mean I did date a woman, but it was just a fling?” I asked, and she nodded her head. “Yes, foolish me, how could I have forgotten that? But trust me, it's not someone of importance, which I guess is why you don't remember.” Meredith said, but her words didn't make any sense. How could I have dated someone that everyone knew about, but I didn't have any memories of? Could that be the gaps in my head?

She beamed at him and Xavier smiled back eagerly at her while receiving his notebook. ..... ~Presently~ "Charming, where exactly are you now? How can I find you again? I have a feeling you're alive and doing well -- I hope, somewhere. But where?" I purse my lips as I stare into space. Even if I meet her again? Would I recognize her? Would she recognize me? That's another thing to be bothered by. I sigh just as my phone buzz in my shorts pocket. I retrieve it and found a text from a friend.

But unfortunately, that was not the case. "That suit...is what you put on when your memory disappeared... It won't remember anything too. Look for something else that you're not putting on now..." "If my memory was lost, how would I know what I had...in my previous world. My memory is my globe" he sobbed. "That is the only last way...you might be lucky someday.."

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Nikkie asked. “Because I wrote them down. I penned down every single thing I loved. The names of everyone I loved, their personalities, all the things pertaining to my world. I even drew the faces of my loved ones. The buildings, the food, the dressing… that's what helps me. Every day, I read the book, and the memory refreshes every day.” “Didn't you try finding a way to get back?” I asked. “I did. After numerous findings, I discovered a place that houses people like me, but they've all forgotten who they are. It is said that only one of them remembers their identity. One who never ages. And only that one holds the key to returning. But I couldn't find one.”

So, it's not too fancy but since I have no friends or family members, it's the only fun I get. Do you want to know why am I all alone in this big world? Well, the thing is I was only 8 years old when I got into an orphanage due to the fact I have amnesia. I have no memory of who I really am or who I belonged to before then. I didn't even remember my name, so I was called Jane Doe for a while when I lived in the orphanage. I think they didn't even bother to name me 'cause everyone hated or ignored me while I lived there. I never really understood why was that, but after asking it once I learned I shouldn't have.

“I don’t even know if I should go back to the hospital tomorrow. His parents barely looked at me as it is. They’re already rewriting things—making it seem like I was never in the picture.” I didn’t know what to say to that. The world had a cruel way of erasing people when they became inconvenient. After a long moment, she whispered, “Do you think he’ll ever remember?” I took a shaky breath. “I think… sometimes, love doesn’t need memory to exist. It just waits. You’ll see. Something will bring it back.” She gave a soft, humorless laugh. “You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.” “Maybe I am.”