Lucian Tharamel _____The streets were quiet from all noises of everything but animals. Even then the sound of wild life around was ear straining to hear much less to pay attention or enjoy. The sound of dogs barked in the distance from their fence linked homes or inside houses. Everything was calm enough but that was only because curfew was coming soon. The curfew started at nine, by eight forty everyone was already off the streets or racing from one place to another. He had taken this moment of silence from the usually loud and busy city to read on an empty bench along a store front. He didn't have the slightest clue why but he enjoyed watching people. Just every day people doing what they did best, live. He had come here every day sense he could remember and everyday he didn't leave until ten minutes before curfew. Though he had a watch on his wrist he didn't need it to know what time it was. That it was only twenty minutes before curfew now. _____He didn't remember his past from a certain point in his life and only remembered waking up in a hospital. He was find though he had lost most of his memory. The doctors said he would get it back if he tried but no matter how hard to to what lengths he went it never returned. After a while he learned to live with it, only glad he was alive and able to move still. Ever sense that day he had spent his time going to the library and getting a daily book, finishing it by the end of the night. He filled himself with other peoples memories with books, previous war times unlike the one he was currently in or just a children's fairy tale. _____Tonight he had finished his book earlier then he had expected and was left sitting alone like always. This time he didn't have the pages of a book to accompany him though. His fingers ran over the leather binding and the old pages. It was a rather thin book then he was used to getting but once he started reading he couldn't stop. The Picture Of Dorian Grey. Oh, how he wished he could stop aging though he knew like everyone else he would get old and wither away. He let out a small breath that formed in the shape of a cloud in front of him because of the cold weather. It was getting rather late out, maybe he should head home early and start making dinner. He didn't have much of an appetite but knew he needed food to sustain himself.