It was a name he hadn’t heard or used in over ten years. A name buried so deep, it almost felt foreign to his own tongue, the name stopped referring to him and started referring to his past, his pains, his family. Hearing it cut deeper than watching them die.
So when she asked for it, it only made sense for him not to answer at first, just simply sit there, and stare at her, that's what his brain told him. The name remained locked somewhere in the forbidden corners of his mind.
He had forced himself to forget the name, to forget it with everything that came with it. It wasn’t just a name to him anymore; it was them. The moment he thought of it, memories would come flooding back like a flood; he would hear his mother’s voice calling him in the dark cold room with the light fading every mi
