[Stony] The Forgetting Curve

Names covered the walls, spreading from the ceiling all the way around the corner, leaving no corner untouched. It was like a defiant protest, like resentful fury, like a desperate struggle. The vivid red stabbed Tony's eyes like blood. Suddenly, a scene appeared before him: in this cramped, sealed room, the blond man was crouched on the floor, bent over the wall, writing the same thing over and over in an almost frenzied state, line after line. It was as if he wanted to carve these four simple letters into a heart he did not even have, as if he wanted to remember Tony for all eternity, until even those blue irises turned as blood-red as the writing. He had to remember! He had to remember! He had to remember Tony's name, remember that he... had once loved him so deeply. By the end, the virus had clearly taken hold, and the writing had grown faint and unsteady. The memories that followed were chaotic. Tony only remembered running from the tower like a madman and racing out into the street. But people streamed along the roads in every direction. In this vast world, where could he possibly find Jarvis? In the end, he was like the morning dew, like a kite with its string cut, like a dream left unfinished. Together with all his memories, he vanished from this world forever, going somewhere far away that he did not know, never to return. In the end, they were like two stars at different heights: after briefly crossing paths, they each continued along entirely different trajectories. Theme: