I Forgot to Forget

Chapter 1 – The Void

The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the lamp. She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers intertwined, staring into nothingness. Streetlight spilled in thin strips across the carpet, revealing dust particles dancing in the air.

She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of somethin she couldn't name. There had always been this hollow inside her — a constant sense that something was missing, though she never knew exactly what.

In the mirror, the reflection showed a young woman with eyes too large for the life she was living. She touched her own face, trying to recognize the person staring back at her. There was familiarity and strangeness at the same time, as if she were looking at someone she had never truly known.

Why do I feel like something is missing from me? she thought, the question echoing through the room without an answer.

She stood and walked toward the window. The street below was calm, yellow lights reflecting off wet cobblestones. People passed by in a hurry — strangers, indifferent. She felt invisible.

She picked up her phone and read his message — a simple, almost trivial sentence:
"Everything will be fine. See you later."

She smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes. Why did that simplicity still make her anxious? Why did she so desperately need reassurance, attention, love?

At breakfast, as she did every day, she pretended everything was normal. Conversations with coworkers were short and polite, always avoiding details about her personal life. She felt like an observer of the world, forever at a distance, as if she could disappear at any moment without anyone noticing.

And yet, there were moments — small, almost imperceptible — when something pulled her inward, toward memories she couldn't reach. Fragments. Scents. Children's laughter that seemed to come from another time, another life. She never understood it. She only felt it: emptiness, and a sharp, painful curiosity.

When the day ended, she returned home alone, as always. She sat in the armchair near the window and watched the city slowly light up. She thought about the love she had never known, about relationships that always felt incomplete. Why did she always feel smaller, as if she deserved nothing more than crumbs of attention?

"Maybe it's just me," she murmured to herself, unaware that there truly was something she was hiding from herself — something buried, silent, that would change her life if she ever uncovered it.

She closed her eyes, letting the silence fill the room. A low hum, the sound of life continuing outside, and an unsettling feeling that someday, all of this would make sense.

And in that moment, without realizing it, she began to long for something she didn't yet know she was searching for: answers about who she really was

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