The Last Conversation (Forward Collection, #5)

by Paul Tremblay

You are confident in this; time is no longer your enemy, and the longer you remain awake, the longer you can stay you.

These memories are proof of you, and someday soon you won’t need or rely on Anne to define you.

To forget is to lose something that was once yours, that was once of yourself. But how could one lose something as expansive as an ocean in a dusty corner of one’s mind? What if, instead, to forget is to open a door to a void; the memory is not retrievable because it is not there, was never there.