The girl who accompanied me to the hospital disappeared into thin air before my eyes.
The doctor said that I was treated alone the whole time, and my relatives and friends concluded that I was mentally insane.
Her contacts are still on the phone, but the chat history is blank; in the only photo we have together, the space that belongs to her is completely hollowed out.
Everyone is telling me she never existed.
Am I really crazy?
Until I saw a line of strange handwriting in an old notebook with a date in the future.
I finally understood that it was not my memory that was wrong, but the world.
If objective reality is only a product of public cognition, if forgetting is a cold law of nature...
It doesn't matter. Even if I have to pay a heavy price, even if I end up being erased from the world, I will never let go.
"How are you sure that she has always been real?"
"I remember."
——If reality can be chosen, then I will choose a version with her in it.
Purpose: In the face of the cold and absurd world rules, use extreme paranoia and persistence to resist the forced erasure of public knowledge, just to protect a true bond that is not recognized.