God gives every human being a gift—the gift of forgetting the past. As time passes, memories slowly blur, allowing people to move forward with new joys, new pains, and new memories.
But there was a girl who struggled to forget. From childhood to adulthood, she lived with memories that refused to fade. If they had been happy, it might have been easier—but they were not. Every feeling she carried was layered with pain upon pain.
One day, the pain grew deeper than ever before. Suddenly, her chest began to beat faster than it should. She tried to control it, but the heart is not a machine—it does not follow commands. That night, pain took over her body, and tears flowed without control.
After four hours of unbearable suffering, her heart began to fail. Before it finally stopped beating, she tried to remember if there was even one person who truly mattered to her—someone who had genuinely loved her.
She found no one.
All that remained were her memories—and the pain they left behind.
