*I start up a post.

*...why?

*Why can't I forget that day?

*What about December 23 in the seventh year of... which era was it? Can't recall. Let's see, it was snowing, was dreadfully cold. I recall someone entering a coffee shop. A friend? No. That wasn't it. We were more than friends. Someone else.

*I don't get why that day is so hard to forget. What is it? I remember... eyes. Soft eyes, caring eyes, but they were strong. Strong willed. Truly strong.

*I remember... a smile. A warm smile, a most wonderful smile. A smile that could light up even a dark abyss.

*I remember... a hope. A hope for something very important to me. What was it?

*I remember... a face. It's blury, but it's still there. I can't remember her name, but I remember her smile, and her strong, but sweet and caring eyes.

*Why do I still remember her? She doesn't matter as long as Gen is alive. I don't matter as long as Gen is alive. As long as he's writing, nothing matters but killing him.

*So why do I remember... that I loved her? Why is it so hard to forget?

*I remember, she betrayed me. It is simply better to forget and focus.

*I forget her face.

*I forget her love.

*There is no point to such things.

*But, I remember her betrayl, so I know not to trust her...

*... who we talking about?

*Can't remember what I needed to forget, but it's done now. Next!