Forgetting Tomorrow

This is a true story about an old friend:
{Prologue}

My name is Agatha Kiry, and I live next to a man. I don't want you to try and guess who he is, because even if you knew him once before, he has forgotten you.

No, he doesn't hate you. Well, I can't say that, he may have not liked you, but sadly, he has forgotten. He never wanted to forget, it wasn't his choice. He was diagnosed with it. He has Somnus ut obliviscatur.

He came to me 3 years ago, asking me to write a book about himself. So everyday when he woke up, forgetting what happened the day before, he could read about what he had done. These next pages are the memo's I have made. His name is Dillon, and he has forgotten.