Someone once defined death, saying a person dies three times—
The first is when one breathes their last, biologically dead; the second is at the funeral, socially dead; the third is when forgotten, with no one left to remember them, and only then are they truly dead, forever.
After her rebirth, Suzanne Saunders became Purple Summers, and though being reborn was a stroke of luck, facing her own death brought her pain.
The thought of departing this world and no longer being in anyone's memory filled her with a melancholic helplessness.
But there were still those who remembered her.
They firmly remembered her likes, her wishes, her birthday...
Purple Summers' lips curled into a smile, her heart like a tree swaying in the sunlight, blossoming brilliantly.
...
It wasn't just Alexander Summers who remembered Suzanne's birthday; Aria Jackson did, too.
Aria called to ask how busy Purple was with her studies.