What do you even do at this point?
Because Nolan, (or Noah 2, as Annalise had previously, and brilliantly, named him) wasn't quite sure.
Life hadn't changed much for Nolan. He still didn't remember his past, or many days in the past few months if he really thought hard about it. He was still drawn to the two strange young adults that his twin loved to hang around. He still had no understanding for why he felt obligated to help the needy people he associated with.
Only a few small things had changed for Nolan.
Christopher was no longer manipulating his mind or memory on a weekly basis.
He was no longer tortured by the many pain inflicting machines that Christopher had used on him.
He now had the burdening knowledge of having a twin.
Oh, and that angry girl died.
It had been two weeks and the three amigos were still pouting at the girl amigo's house. While the dramatic friends moped, Nolan had taken it upon himself to do all the grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, and other tasks that the group seemed incapable of completing. Amongst all that, he was also taking time to inspect the confounding box the item supposedly resided in.
There were many strange symbols and languages decorating the wooden box, none of which Nolan recognized. He had a feeling that the annoying girl would probably be helpful in deciphering the words, but she was busy doing nothing.
I guess it's up to him.
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Trails of Secrets
General Fiction"So, what's your name?" "Yeah... about that. I don't know." "Don't know what?" "My name." "How can you not know your own name? Were you never given one or something?" "I don't remember it." ~~~ Just a small, average town. Quiet. Peaceful. Friendly...
