You are cursed to be forgotten. Day by day you live life no one knowing you. All their faces are memorized, all moments spend together. Yet they do not remember you.

It was the fourth of the month and as usual you went to the library to find some new book(s).

When you walked in the book owner greeted her with a happy smile. "You were in here last month, did you find your book?" his voice was rich, soft, gentle.

You were stood there confused.

He remembered?