Chapter Twenty-two-
"Forgotten"
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"What do you mean?" I mutter without bursting on him after what he had said about my parents. I don't regret causing him pain. "I think we should start off simple," Prince speaks up. Nothing is simple here, everything's a bunch of chatter. I don't get it, but it seems it's critical. I just wanted to live a normal life, even if I was trapped in a castle for most of my life. But instead, I had to be that one princess that saves the world and ends up dying, I think... But you know, anything to save the world, right? Bullcrap. Sometimes it's just better the whole world dies, I mean it's already so goddamn messed up. Still, I can't change fate. I can't write what's already written.
"The Oblivion, it is a noun, not a person. You are a person, yet you are more the Oblivion. Though you are not the noun, you're the forgotten." I can't keep up with his reasoning. "So, am I going to be forgotten? Is that what you mean?" I try following, but in reality, I look completely perplexed. "Soon the Anastasia will overcome you, and you will be the Oblivion. The Oblivion caused to all of us." I think I'm grasping what he's meaning to say.
"You... It will cause all of you to forget? And- I will be forgotten of myself?" I speak as I translate into my own words. "Is it that, my name indicates my future?" They look mystified. "Tell me, is this true?" I look at Charming for answers, nothing. He gives me the same look.
I don't know what to think. Am I so sane as I think of myself? Do I have meaning in my life? Or is it simply going to be forgotten, like the rest of the world is going to forget me?... Rubbish, this is rubbish! I can't let this sink in. "Will the cruel reality be warned of this?" I lock eyes with the man. "Is the world deserving of that?" I get that humanity is complete debris, but even the most heartless of people are deserving of another chance. Edith. She'll forget me, everyone will. I won't ever get scolded, or told I was late, or... woken up. I won't taste the sweet nourish of Sebastian's grapes or chef's croissants. I won't get to keep secrets from Magnolia... or tell mom and dad they were gone for long. My life is going to be meaningless, even worst, nonexistent. No one is going to remember. Like they were given Anastasia for the Oblivion's need. Like I was never here- I had never saved the world.
Like it never mattered.
Chapter End--
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