The Boreal Forest

"Your face is pale. Oh heavens! Did you know him personally? Do you need help? I could get someone." The lady was almost panicking as she looked left and right.

Zane shook his head, "I am alright. I just remembered something, I have to go."

His legs shook as he fought the urge to sit on the stairs in front of all these people. Zane made his way to the restroom on the ground floor. The moment he entered the cubicle, he squatted down, his breathing was sharp and short.

"Zane, calm down, you are overthinking this." Zane tried to tell himself, saying it over and over again, hoping that it would stick but it did not. He rubbed his sweaty fingers together, his heart pounding as he remembered every single thing. For the first time, he felt as if his precise memory skill was not an aid but a curse, tempting him, mocking him.