They called me cold.
They called him a liar.
And if they were right, we couldn't trust each other.
Nothing. That's the only thing I had for thoughts, absolutely nothing. To have something, you had to call upon past experience to judge it before you accepted these thoughts as your own. But nothing, absolutely nothing, not even memories could help me now.
I had none, and I couldn't even remember my name, nor how to talk, and not even how to walk.
I was nothing. I had nothing. No one would help, though.
And they thought I was cold.
And if my teacher reads this, then I am terribly sorry, and apologize in advance for any foul language in here. And there is a bit. Just a fair warning.
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They Called Me Cold, They Called Him a Liar
FanfictionSydney thought she was your average Jane Doe, always blending in with the crowd, easy to forget. The kind of person that everyone looks past because obviously she isn't anything special, despite her amnesia. And, you know, besides being able to wit...
