Recipe For Forgetting

Synopsis

Philip Maxwell had always been the kind of guy who put loyalty above everything else. When his childhood sweetheart got hit with a terminal illness, he didn't hesitate—he came straight to me and made me drink the Nepenthe Decoction, a forget-memory potion. "Tracy doesn't have much time left," he said. "Just give me three days to make her dying wish come true: a wedding. "Don't worry. This stuff will only make you forget things for a little while. Once the ceremony with Tracy is done, I'll give you the Solace Root, a restore-memory potion, and it'll all come rushing back. We'll be together again, like nothing ever happened." The way he looked at me left no room for argument, so I took the bowl from his hand without a word and knocked it back in one gulp. What Philip didn't know was that there was no such thing as a restore-memory potion in this world—only the forget kind, with no way to undo it. In three days, I'd forget every last bit of my past.