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

“Why does everyone else seem to remember all of their lives except for Bronx and me?” “Ah, yeah. That is a good one,” Leticia nods slowly, tucks her legs under her, and takes my hand, “Darling, every time you and Bronx are reincarnated, you both lose the memories of your previous lives. The rest of us do not. We remember everything. The good and the bad and trust me, there has been a lot...of both.”

The not knowing is worse than anything. It sits in my stomach like spoiled food, churning and burning. Or maybe… there’s a chance he doesn’t remember me. Maybe I’m just another face to him, another employee, another nobody. That night might have meant nothing to him. Who was I kidding? It meant nothing. A man like him, rich, powerful, and undeniably handsome, probably have women throwing themselves at him every night. Surely, he’s already forgotten I exist. I almost convince myself of it.

Lost in mood and eventually weakened. He may be right, I know what he was saying about being Guardian of soul but I chose not to remember. Sounds impossible but to tell it honestly I can forget anything I want to forget. Like how I forgot why my mother died. My father won't tell me either what's happened that's why it's become a mystery too. At that moment a question lingers to my head. Who am I? Eventually, the girl repented. She regrets deliberately forgetting the things her parents tell her to do.

"Maybe the sea wind will help me remember something. That wa,y I won't spend every day drifting through an empty haze, not knowing where tomorrow leads, unable to find any meaning in being here." He looked out at the churning waves, his voice clear and cold. "For someone like me, with no past to speak of — if I vanished from this world right now, I doubt anyone would even notice. I've been missing this long, and no one's come looking for me. I suppose my existence was never all that important. Dispensable, either way."

Chatting with Jia made me forget a lot of my worries even if it was temporary. She was right. I also need to think about myself. However, I can't really further investigate or try to remember things since I have something important to do. I am afraid that once I remembered my past self, I would wake up. Then there's no way I could help Lucas and Sister Nancy. Unlike Jia who could see and communicate with ghosts, I am like other normal people with no ability. Besides, what if I have no memories of this world?

Forgot herself. "Who am I?" she asked me one day. Genuine question. Lost question. Forgotten question. "People keep calling me Haven. Keep saying I'm important. Keep treating me like like I matter. But I don't remember why. Don't remember being anything. Who am I? What am I? Why does everyone why do they love me when I can't remember them?" Tears fell. Mine. Hers. Everyone's who witnessed. Haven had forgotten herself. Forgotten her importance. Forgotten everything.

She felt so lonely in this future world. She felt a sense of loss,” Twenty-five years, everyone I know is probably gone, every relationship, friendships, and most importantly, the version of my old life I am familiar with is gone.” “What really happened to me, what made me fall into a coma for twenty-five years…. Why can’t I remember anything?” Elera spoke softly. There was no one who could answer her. “I wish I could remember.” As Elera was lost in thought, she suddenly heard voices outside her door again. They spoke as though they thought she would be asleep already.

"Nobody really paid attention to him." Adrian looked genuinely surprised. "What are you talking about?" "I'm serious," Maya insisted. "I remember seeing him around all the time, but I can't even remember his name anymore." The answer unsettled Quinn more than she expected. It wasn't just another forgotten detail. It was another person connected to graduation night whose identity seemed to have vanished from everyone's memory, almost as though time itself had erased him. "You look like you're trying to solve a puzzle that keeps changing shape," Maya said with a faint smile.

After all, I spent seven years trying to get someone else to love me, and it never worked. I paused when 'seven years' crossed my mind. Why did that number come to me so clearly? Who had I even liked for seven years? I tried hard to remember. Was there even someone like that in my life? Nothing came to mind. Just as I was about to dig through my diary to jog my memory, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find a stranger standing outside. "Sadie." He said my name, but I didn't recognize him. I gave him an apologetic smile. "Hang on, let me check."

I don't remember much, and even if I was trying to remember anything, the pain, that was slowly rushing through my bones and blood and increasing with every breath I was taking, making my body weaker and weaker, it was making it difficult for me to remember anything. But still in all that pain, the only thing that I was able to remember was just a name …and a faded face of someone…. someone, whom my mind was calling mate. …Lexie …my mate. And apart from this I remember nothing, who am I, where I was, where I was from and most importantly what I was doing here and why I was in this condition..