If the name is a fixed residence.
If a surname is a fixed place to call home.
I had become destitute and homeless.
I had no choice but to wander, with nowhere to go.
If the name stands for survival.
If a surname represents survival.
I had to walk in the death of the boundary.
I had no choice but to wander along the edge of death.
It wasn't that I had no surname. It was just that none of them could put up with my willfulness, darkness, strangeness, and unkindness. Abandonment and betrayal are fickle, yet all too common.
“what’s your name?”
“I don't know.”
A note from the author: This is an impromptu work. The heroine's fate depends on my exam scores, which says a lot about how badly exams have battered me and how terrified I am of the upcoming biology and geography exams%>_
