You saw a runaway memory. A vase of flowers. A vase of flowers a small boy had picked for a women, an elderly women. You never saw yourself, you did not know how tall you were or how short you were. Mirrors would block you out, leaving a vague silhouette, yet even without any knowledge of how you looked like, you knew this boy was yourself. One of your greatest fears was that the Darkness had taken not only your memories but your identity and your emotions. But if you were able to recognize this person, this person whose memories hadn't yet been taken, as yourself, there was something else to identity. A soul. The flowers you gave the women, they were f-ff... for.. forget..
Forget-Me-Nots. The women was your mother. It was a long time back, when she was still alive. You gave it to her since it was mother's day. Your name was _____ , your son tried to get you into the hospital but it was too late. You were suffering from ___________. Everything, every memory, it all came back.
The light that had seeped in your eyes had turned to dark. All you could see was a deep brown. That was, until you saw nothing. Until you saw the Dark. You finally learned everything, and you finally remembered everything. And now, you were about to lose everything.
Death: