I can't recall that special way you told me each and every day, your name. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Welt sighed, cleaning his glasses before putting them back on; his vision cleared and yet his mind stayed a blur. A mess of memories scattered about in which he cannot gather.

When you walked in however, a smile sketched on his lips as Welt leaned forward, happy to see you again, “Oh, it's you...”

His smile faded. What was your name? Welt gave a wry smile, “Amnesia?” he had asked.