[Humanity moves on.]
[No matter the disaster, no matter the sorrow, they move on.]
[They forget, they try to forget.]
[This is what let them evolve, this is what let them prosper.]
[But whether this is a good thing or bad... Only time could tell.]
...
"Dimitri?"
Anastasia's voice trembled as she called out to the guy again. I was extremely surprised and somewhat "worried", but I decided to wait and watch for now.
As Anastasia took a step forward, the boy in concern tilted his head, looking confused.
"How do you know my name... Er... Miss..."
He didn't seem to have any recollection of Anastasia nor did he show any signs of knowing her subconsciously.
Anastasia also seemed to pick that up, as her face turned paler and paler.
"... You don't remember me?"
She asked in a quiet voice... To which the boy shook his head.
"... No, I don't. Am I supposed to?"
"... I guess not."