Arielle Reedsy Anthology

Purple

***each of these will build off of each other in a way and each section is a new character.

I did still remember, despite what they said.

I remembered turning left at the crosswalk. I remembered eating granola for breakfast, dotted with my favorite fruit. I remembered the meaningless and the important.

Like most memories, they were a little faded, a little warped. There was no way I watched that video at school, we didn't have computers. And there was no way I saw her at the grocery store. She doesn't ever shop there.

And like most memories, I relied intensively on them to create who I was.

Who I am.

Maybe that's the flaw: we become chained to our pasts. Absorbed and mind-numbingly seeking advice from a former self.

Addicted and absolved to a shadow.

Revolutions come only once the tyrant memory fades. No longer begging verdicts from a writhing and crumpled master of past, you move forward.

See, I do remember what it's like to remember.

I remember falling in love.

And falling out.

I remember the chill of ice agains my lips, and the heat of soup sipped from a spoon.

I remember all of it.

Yet none of it.

I remember my future as it calls me.

But what I did with it:

I can't remember.

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Okay so this character remembers things despite everyone telling her she has amnesia and can't. She realizes that as she lives the future she remembers, she forgets it as soon as it becomes part of her past.
:) short and simple.