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The Forgotten
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  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 38m
Complete, First published Jun 28, 2025
Mature
Jana Ri is the kind of girl who always wears a smile-cheerful, energetic, and eager to brighten everyone's day. But behind her playful eyes lies a silent ache: the fear of being forgotten. No one ever truly remembers her unless they need something. Even the people she cherishes most tend to leave her behind. She tells herself it doesn't hurt. She lies to herself often.

  But when a horrific tragedy strikes and Jana suddenly vanishes from the living world, her story doesn't end. In fact, it begins again-as a ghost wandering the halls of her old school, invisible to nearly all, and with no memory of how she died.

  She's still smiling. Still joking. Still trying to be seen.

  But when mysterious deaths start haunting the school and whispers of vengeful spirits rise, one boy-Rick-begins to unravel the truth. A boy who once ignored her. A boy she never stopped watching.

  The question is... can he save her from fading into nothingness?
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Under the soft golden glow of a chandelier, stood a boy with dark, expressive eyes and a quiet, mysterious presence. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt, the fabric flowing like liquid moonlight against his skin. His fingers traced absent patterns on the wooden railing of the staircase, as if lost in thought. The moment he lifted his gaze, their eyes met. Joong felt something shift inside him. A strange, electric pull-subtle, but undeniable. The boy didn't look away. If anything, there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze, as if he had been expecting Joong to notice him. As if he already knew him. Phuwin nudged Joong's side. "Hey, you okay? You're staring." Joong blinked, shaking himself from the trance. "Who's that?" Phuwin followed his gaze and let out a small chuckle. "That's Dunk Natachai. He's different, man. Doesn't talk much, keeps to himself. But there's something about him... I don't know. Some people say he's got a connection to Kimberley Cottage."