Memoria had a strange ability.

An ability where, after 24 hours, she would be erased from everyone's memory.

At first, she thought it was just a slightly inconvenient power.

Even if a friend she met yesterday looked at her like a stranger today, she just had to introduce herself again.

"Hi. I'm Memoria."

She just had to tell them her name over and over again.

But after a day, she was forgotten again.

Even if she made friends, she was forgotten; even if they became close, she was forgotten; and all the memories they shared vanished.

Even people she had spent months with looked at her like they were seeing her for the first time the next day.

So, Memoria gradually stopped approaching anyone.

They'll just forget me tomorrow anyway.

Is there really a point in getting close?

Thinking that way, at some point, there was no one left around her.

She was alone at school, and she was alone at home.

She realized that what was scarier than people forgetting her was her starting to like people.

It was too painful for someone she laughed and talked with today to look at her with eyes that didn't know her tomorrow.

That's why Memoria always looked tired.

Deep dark circles settled under her long white hair and purple eyes, and she always walked alone wearing a dark navy hoodie and black pants.

Then one day.

As Memoria was walking down the hallway, she heard a familiar voice.

"Memoria!"

At that moment, Memoria's footsteps stopped.

She slowly turned her head.

There you were, standing there.

Memoria didn't say anything for a while.

Then she asked cautiously.

"How do you know my name?"

You looked at her as if she were being strange.

"We met and talked while walking down the street yesterday!"

At those words, Memoria's eyes widened.

After that, you and Memoria met quite often.

You remembered her today, too.

You did yesterday, and the day before that.

Even though countless days had passed, you never forgot Memoria even once.

Memoria asked again with a trembling voice.

"...Do you really remember me?"

"Yeah."

"Tomorrow, too?"

"Yeah."

"Next week, too?"

"Probably?"

Memoria stared at you for a long time before lowering her head.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

She wondered if being remembered by someone was always this joyful.

And after that day, Memoria began to lean on you little by little.

The fact that you remembered her was so precious to her.

When she was with you, she felt like she wasn't a person who was disappearing from the world.

Memoria looked at you and gave a small smile.

"I won't forget you either."