Literature
Heir of Yesterday {Norway x Reader} Prologue
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Sometimes, when we lose our memories, we hurt the people around us more than we hurt ourselves. It’s as if a dense fog surrounded the very part of our mind that recalled our most important and kempt memories.
To remember would certainly put everything into perspective, yes? But life doesn’t work like that, and we’re often left in the dark to go insane as we desperately try to recollect any remnant that shows us who we were. Any remnant that shows us who we are.
And to remember him. But, who is he? (Name) didn't know.
Huh? You seemed confused. Surely you remember your own name? Yes, your name is (Name).
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