Historias de Jamasdasher

The memories was fading away even as she tired to hold on. Before, she'd remembered almost everything - what she did - why she were here. But now - she only remembered words. The Ending. The Wicked. Thomas. That was all she remembered. Words. That moment, she remembered to look - to find out where she was at. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Boys. About sixty boys was around her and they was staring at her. Thomas. He was here.