Arashi-chan: ((huggles)) It's alright, Arashi-chan. You know how everything works out. .
Saico: 'spose you'll just have to read to find out, ne?
shadowcat241: Really? He's mine, too! Enjoy the rest!
Happiness's Deceit: Thank you! Enjoy the rest!
These Memories:
A Series About Friendship and Forgetfulness
: Before all things / I had a name / I think it left me long ago / Why can't I remember/ Today I have another chance / to step out / I will not rest / until I know / what it all means / I will not give in / until I have you back / where you belong / I will not stop / because this is who I am / Maybe in time / these memories will fade away :
I Had A Name
Knowing you used to know is the worst.
These Memories; Part II
If he tried really hard, he could remember. He could remember snatches of a place not this desert hell, where people smiled and joked and all the faces looked different, not stricken with the same monotone pain like here. In that place, there were buildings—many of them, large and small and made of wood or marble instead of one kind of bland, boring stone. There were people everywhere wearing rectangular bits of often-chipped metal on foreheads, around necks or waists. Most of the older people wore vests like the one he'd had before it had been taken away from him.
If he tried really, really hard, he could remember faces—a blond girl, a tall man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and a boy with twin tufts of hair and random swirls on each cheek. His face was the easiest to remember—that smiling, plump face.
The people who owned this place said they'd found him washed up by the river, half-drowned. He had amnesia, they said, and he'd better stay with them for a while. They'd asked him his name. In alarm he'd realized he couldn't remember. So in the standard order of things, they simply called him Number Twenty-Eight: as degrading a "name" as one could get.
Somehow he knew that if he could just remember his name, everything would fall into place.
If only he knew his name.