I don't own Nanatsu no Taizai or Seven Deadly Sins by Nakaba Suzuki. Yet this is my story.

This is my first ever Gowther story. Gowther is one my favorite characters. I wrote it very poetic, and it is written as Gowther's Perspective thinking of his life. Enjoy the thoughts of our favorite Goat Sin of Lust, Gowther.

I also want to announce that chapter 9 of New Darkness will be out soon. There will also be a chapter 2 for Let there be Truth which I began writing. Third, I and the amazing Erin Means Peace will begin writing The Ten Deadly Plagues. Lastly, Betrayal for Love chapter 7 will be coming out soon as well.

I must admit this one my best short works yet. So Please Enjoy.

Memories are Memories is all I said. I have no heart, and why else should I need one? My story… My story is simply one out of millions from before and to come, yet it is one of complete obedience and loss.

A doll is what I am, and the Commandment of Selflessness is what I used to be. A heart is what my creator and father gave to me and Gowther is what he called me. He taught and nurtured me, but fate would have it that he would be my first loss. Memories are Memories is all I said.

3,000 years, swept away like the grains of sand on the seashore, changed all that I had known. My creator was gone, and his gift and wish were all that I had left of him.

Nadja. Nadja was the first that I would come to love. She gave me joy and purpose. She was my light through this dark, unknown world.

SAVE HER! SAVE HER! was all I thought as I attempted to place my heart into my dead love. Nadja's death was clear and close, and her last, dying wish was the warm, comforting joining of our bodies. My lips fell upon hers', and my comforting kiss would forever remain on her lips. I made love unto her that day, and yet she died in my own arms.

I threw my memories and emotions away as if they were crumbs for savage dogs. I don't need memories was the only phrase all I could think and live by. Memories are Memories is all I said.

A smile. A helping hand. These were the small, but comforting gestures offered to me by Diane. "Precious memories are from the heart," she said, but how could I believe such lie if I have no heart?

Gowther…

Nadja…

What is this feeling?! I'm a doll with no heart or emotions! Yet… I must rid myself of this pain!

Friends. King and Diane chose to be my friends. My emotions have returned, and now I discover that I always had a heart. Hmm, a doll with a heart. Ha ha ha, who would've ever thought that I would ever feel joy again. Nadja and Gowther are my losses, but still, precious memories of them will always remain in my heart.

A doll is what I am, and the Goat Sin of Lust is what I will forever be. Memories are Memories, which I will cherish in my heart and soul, is all I will say.