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There's a legend told...of a horrid demon disguised as a beautiful woman who steels the memories of any and everybody she comes into contact with. This demon is both feared and hated to a great extent because of this. She takes the memories of your identity, your life, your loved ones, everything and you never get them back. Wives and husbands are heartbroken as their spouses forget about them and their life; children cry as they're parents completely forget them and abandon them. The pain of loss is just as powerful as the pain of loneliness as both can lead to one another.
This legend is a viscous and atrocious lie. I've seen this “demon” I know first hand of her powers and I can tell you that no family has been torn apart, no friendships destroyed, no bonds between people have been broken. The only heartbreak this demon brings is upon herself. She does not steel the memories of others, to the contrary, she does nothing other then lead herself into her own heartbreak and destruction and insanity.
She is a demon but only to herself as during every full moon she fades from the memories of any and everybody she's ever come into contact with. She is a forgettable creature by a curse of her birth. Although she's come to know this, she knows she will be forgotten, that she will be lonely for her entire existence; she still holds such a pathetic and silly notion of hope, hope that somebody, someday will not forget her. The hope that somebody will in fact remember her and stay with her always. She holds this hope and keeps bringing herself higher and higher up only to fall faster and harder then she's ever fallen before. She embarks on relationships getting closer and more intimate with those she meets only to have her heart ripped out of her time and time again.
I...I am a memory of her, the only memory she's forgotten in her long existence. She saved my life unknowingly and unwillingly. My insignificant life was spared upon by her love, my dearest sister. As a result she was burdened with this curse, forced to remain alive and watch as everybody she comes into contact with forgets her and she must live with every heartbreak for her entire life never being able to forget. I am unaffected however, I cannot touch her, I cannot feel her or talk to her. I can only watch her from afar as she's ripped to pieces for my selfishness.
I don't understand why she continues to hope, why she continues to open herself only to feel the agony again. Loneliness and loss, they both bare the same amount of pain. I suppose by hoping she holds onto some form of optimism instead of simply wallowing...My dear sister.
This is a Fanfiction mini-series that I've dedicated to my dear Sensei, Tsunade-ThatOneChick. I made this for her for her birthday, which has passed now but I wanted it to be a surprise so I released it later so it could surprise her but she doesn't like surprises so I couldn't surprise her and she was away for so long that I didn't want to post it because she likes to post first *gasps for a breath* Anyway this is a short mini-series of about 6 or 7 chapters, I haven't decided yet. Everybody is expected to read it or I will hunt you down, make you read it and then end your life -_-....that's only if you don't read it willingly. Without Further ado, here you go. and it's short this time -_-''
Prologue
There's a legend told...of a horrid demon disguised as a beautiful woman who steels the memories of any and everybody she comes into contact with. This demon is both feared and hated to a great extent because of this. She takes the memories of your identity, your life, your loved ones, everything and you never get them back. Wives and husbands are heartbroken as their spouses forget about them and their life; children cry as they're parents completely forget them and abandon them. The pain of loss is just as powerful as the pain of loneliness as both can lead to one another.
This legend is a viscous and atrocious lie. I've seen this “demon” I know first hand of her powers and I can tell you that no family has been torn apart, no friendships destroyed, no bonds between people have been broken. The only heartbreak this demon brings is upon herself. She does not steel the memories of others, to the contrary, she does nothing other then lead herself into her own heartbreak and destruction and insanity.
She is a demon but only to herself as during every full moon she fades from the memories of any and everybody she's ever come into contact with. She is a forgettable creature by a curse of her birth. Although she's come to know this, she knows she will be forgotten, that she will be lonely for her entire existence; she still holds such a pathetic and silly notion of hope, hope that somebody, someday will not forget her. The hope that somebody will in fact remember her and stay with her always. She holds this hope and keeps bringing herself higher and higher up only to fall faster and harder then she's ever fallen before. She embarks on relationships getting closer and more intimate with those she meets only to have her heart ripped out of her time and time again.
I...I am a memory of her, the only memory she's forgotten in her long existence. She saved my life unknowingly and unwillingly. My insignificant life was spared upon by her love, my dearest sister. As a result she was burdened with this curse, forced to remain alive and watch as everybody she comes into contact with forgets her and she must live with every heartbreak for her entire life never being able to forget. I am unaffected however, I cannot touch her, I cannot feel her or talk to her. I can only watch her from afar as she's ripped to pieces for my selfishness.
I don't understand why she continues to hope, why she continues to open herself only to feel the agony again. Loneliness and loss, they both bare the same amount of pain. I suppose by hoping she holds onto some form of optimism instead of simply wallowing...My dear sister.
I'm just messing