aLoveThatBelongsToMe
who am I?
who was I?
Questions continuously flooded his head, trying to remember what he had just forgotten. Something, someone, anything.. a feeling of emptiness approached his well-being. He didn't know how he got it nor how he can get rid of it. A constant aching of forgetfulness that drives him insane. Who is it, what is it.. that I don't remember? it hurts, please.. someone help me.
"I'll help you."
He felt a burden lift as the voice spoke, it was coming from the back of his mind. Slowly, very slowly, he will soon know that the path he is on to regain his memories is a journey to a perfect death.