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Something I needed to remember. But the memory was ripped away by the thing’s gaze. Gone. Like all the others. I couldn’t remember much now. Just who I was. Who I cared for. Who I hated…most, if not all other things were gone. A large nothing where memories should've been. I opened my mouth to ask a question. And the world responded.

I asked her and she let out a sigh. "Four years ago, I just woke up with no memory of who I am or who I was. Although my best friend and mother tried so hard to remind me of my past, I still remembered nothing but I knew something was no longer part of me. I lived like that till now." She explained with a pained smile. "But my father and the other people in my family disliked me because I didn't do a particular thing I can't remember again." "I'm so sorry to hear that," I said.

“Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.” “I suffer from amnesia and I can't remember you. Well then how can I remember my father, mother, even minute details about my childhood?”

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

She'd taken a flight all the way here to my hometown to look for me, and yet, the only things she could remember were the smaller, menial events. "So, you think that I'm going to stop being angry at you just because you've already apologized to me? Is that why you came to apologize in the first place? "What about the next time you forget again? Are you going to accuse me of not telling you about my phobias or allergies again?" Bridget looked up at once. "No way! I just really forgot about them this time. I've been too busy—" "Busy with what?" She froze. I continued, "Busy getting together with your friends? Busy going for barbecues at the beach? Busy meeting up with your high school teacher

I smiled at him. I am still quite worried of what may happen for the next few days staying in here. I don't know how to reach out with my parents and my friends. They might have forgotten and disowned me for hiding a long years from them. But, a thought came across in my mind that most of the time shattering my heart. Did they even think of finding me? Or at least worried about me and exerted at least an effort to look for me? And if they do, why did they let me live on my own? They might have been very mad and disappointed at me, really.

Dead to the earth and had reached the seven skies. “How come I don’t remember anything about myself?” he asked when all attempt to remember anything about him failed. The man nodded to him and told him it was normal especially in the case when he was not supposed to be here in the first place. “What do you mean I’m not supposed to be here?” he asked offended.

Memory, do you still believe in God? - Vitaly, he always with me! - Memorable, this well-means, you not have changed! Memorable said goodbye to Vitaly and went back to his room. Memorable more and more tried on his illness. It seemed to him that it was not so bad that his world had collapsed, but now he sees the real world. Thirtieth day. You don't exist!

“He just annoyed the hell out of me for months, so that doesn’t count.” “Did you really try to remember everything?” Alessa asked. I nodded. “If that’s the only way to get an answer, then yes I’ll remember everything.” “How can you remember everything?” Claire asked. “I don’t have any special skill. It just happens that I met an oddball idiot,” I explained. “I can’t forget my first impression of him. An annoying, unforgettable weirdo.” We tend to remember the strange and unforgettable moments. Normal days are easily forgotten, tossed into the trash bin of memory.

Well, I guess that is because they can recognize me even though it has been a year ever since I have shown my face to the public. “Should I commend them for having quite a sharp memory?” Well, maybe that is also a given that they will recognize me immediately since I have appeared quite a lot on billboards and in magazines because of my position in the business world although I am a woman. As I continued on my way, I cannot help but notice familiar figures just a few steps away from me although I have been away from this country for a year, there is no way that I would forget the faces of the individuals that I am close with. Even if I want to forget them, I cannot and I guess one of the fac