Evan.
I finally was able to remember my name, or what I think it was. Yes, surely it was Evan. But that's all that I remember. Nothing else of my past, or if I even had one worth remembering. This was frustrating, trying to search through your mind to find anything, but you can't grasp onto anything because it's just full of haze and nothing else.
It wasn't like there was anything blocking my memories; No, it wasn't like that. There was literally nothing to search for. I wish I had them, though. Memories. Surely I had some at one point. I longed to know if I had a family. Brothers, sisters, mom and dad. Cousins, uncles, aunts, grandmothers, grandfathers. I didn't look hardly old enough to have a wife, but possibly somebody that I loved. I guess I'll never know. None of us will.
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Desinence. (The Beginning Of The End)
RomanceEvan doesn't remember anything about his past. No one does. Something has happened to the world, and when the remaining survivors of the sure trial of apocalypse awakes, there is no memory of what their lives were before. Just the bits and pieces of...
