𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝔸𝕞 𝕀 (Steve Saga Fan Fic)
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  • Reads 4,385
  • Votes 211
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 1m
Ongoing, First published Nov 02, 2019
In everyone's life there's a moment from there childhood that just.. Sticks. One faint memory that stays with you for your whole life. It could be getting the toy everyone wanted for Christmas that was sold out, or even just baking with your mom and getting flour all over you. But nothing like that stuck for FavermySabre.

He didn't remember his parents, and knew no relatives. He didn't even remember his childhood. All he remembered was waking up in a forest by a lake, being confused and uncertain. Head pounding. He had wandered around just for an hour when he first saw a steve.  

Everyone knows how the rest of the story goes. Knows of the fighting he was caught up in. Knows of his friends and there simi-playful bickering. But no one qight knows how that story ended... except it went of with a bang. 

No one knows his last thoughts before the end. No one knows that it was something that instently stuck with him that ran though his thoughts. That it wasn't from his thoughts but a fant memory of his past.

Everyone has P̷̘̒ȯ̷̥̳͍̙̩̤͊̈́w̷͎̺̠̼̲̲̗̲̝̩͐̌e̷̡̢̧͕̳̺̜͊r̶̨̧̜͓̮̻̰̻͊́̀̃̈͐͒s̵͕̙̱̚.

They just need to Ʉ₦ⱠØ₵₭ ₮ⱧɆ₥.
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𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒

18 parts Ongoing

She cannot remember but he can. she remembers none of it , but he remember all of it . She migth have forgotten him but he never has. he swore his life to her , and he plans on fulfilling his promise. I can't remember my life before the sharp screams and cries of people calling for help , every time I try to recall my childhood I come out empty handed , my brain a canvas painted in red , with nothing on it but the image of my dad's lifeless body laying down on the cold tiles of the hospital ,crimson seeping out of his wounds , his green eyes begging me to go , to run away .every time I push myself to exhaustion trying to remember what happened afterwards who helped me , who hid me away from the shooter , who saved me and not my dad , I want to scream at them to tell them that they should've gotten him and not me , that he was worth saving and I was not , he was a great man with ambitions and I am a broken girl who can't get passed her father's death , a pathetic girl who cries herself to sleep behind closed doors , how could I move on when I haven't gotten passed that day because I can't recall any of it ; some people would say that it's a blessing but it's quite the opposite , the guilt of forgetting is worse than anything , the feeling of being in the dark ships at my heart every time I open my eyes in the mornings , when I think about that day or at least the remainer of it all , I always come up with on conclusion , he should've lived and I should've died