Love they say is a beautiful thing but when the love of Ethan's is life is being taken away by this action, he can't stop himself from hating him. Deceit, lies, love, lust, fake life and memories lost. Nuella is stuck with two mafia gang will she ever remember her one true love or will she be stucked with the man that claims to be her husband. Find out in the story of her Memories.
View More(Background song: Memories by Maroon 5)
Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car, his hands stroking the wheel, the almost soundless changing of the gears, the pattern of traffic lights, it blinks red.
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
The light turned green.
The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south.
There's a time that I remember
When I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever
And everything would stay the same
Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...
Now my heart feel like December
When somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you
But I know I will one day, yeah
At eighty miles per hour the engine was only odling.
Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, ay ay
But everything gon' be alright
Go on raise a glass and say, ay
Ethan could feel the power of the car, turning left to park at his favorite coffee shop that he could sight from afar.
Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics.
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
"Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.
A tall man in baggy saggy clothes stepped out of a car that didn't benefit his looks.
His head down, walking towards a lonely table at the edge of the shop, close to a window that had the outermost view, totally reserved.
"Good morning sir" the familiar waitress smiling at him greets.
"Hmm..,just get me my usual" he said, not really in the mood for much chit-chat.
She immediately nodded and turned her back to leave, his eyes trail the way her hips moved from side to side.
Before he could let himself get any bored, she was already here with his favorite coffee, cappuccino to be precise.
"Thanks," he said nicely, raising his cup to take a sip, only for him to still feel the figure of this living female smiling lustly at him.
"Can I help you?" scandalizing in disgust.
"Oh.. not at all" she winked at him, biting her lower lips, she turned her back to walk away, faster than the other time, he admired her courage but he wasn't quite interested in flirtatious women.
His eyes blinked off her direction to watch the amazing view of beautiful creatures moving to get to each of their destinations, while he sips his hot coffee.
They looked so happy, different emotions played out on the street, some looked so in love, others sad, yes sad! just like him,he wonders what took their happiness,he wonders if they would find it, if they could find happiness again?.
"Greeeee..." the sound of the shop bell rang,the door swung open.
The sound of children's laughter and their tiny feet running inside the coffee shop, he could hear them struggle on who gets to sit first.
"Careful Ray! You're gonna hurt your sister" the sweet female voice warned.
Ethan was far too involved with the world, he didn't take his eyes off the people walking on the street.
"Hahahahaha... I know right, they can be headache sometimes but they are amazing" this time around,Ethan's eyes went wide, he looked like he had just seen a ghost, thousands of thoughts running through his head.
"I know that laughter, it can't be.. I thought she.. this can't be.."
His eyes turned to behold the woman he had waited for all these years,the only person he had loved, the one who took away his happiness.
He stood up to take a better look, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming,just as her brown big eyes caught his.
She was staring at him in confusion and total astray.
"Do I know you Mr?" Traducing Her question hit him like a thunderbolt.
"Nuella?"Baffled, He said almost out of breath.
"Uhhhm, sorry I think you've got the wrong person" but before she could utter more words, the little infant called upon her.
"Cecilia" The little boy of at least 10 years yelled her name.
"Coming Ray" looking at the little ones directions, signifying them to have patience, she turned back in his direction.
"I'll have to go Mr" she immediately turned her back to face him but hesitated at every step she took back to her kids.
"It was nice to meet you" she said from a distance, he wanted to say a lot at once, but the words were held up inside his throat and it choked him right there.
He couldn't believe what had just happened. Just some second ago, he was almost dying of happiness to see the one woman he wanted to see for five years, five whole years!.
"Kids" he wondered how come she has two.
"Why doesn't she recognize me?How come she has kids?How come she doesn't recognize me?." He felt something was totally off, he felt heart broken.
Sitting back on his seat, just to watch her leave with her kids, their eyes collided.
If he was ever healing from the death of his lover,this new wound would take more than five more years to heal.
"What if it wasn't her? Does she have a twin?, Was she a ghost?." His mind wondered even the more, maybe it was an illusion.
Here he was waiting for her to come back to him, and she had already moved on.
The knife in his chest had dug many holes
"Maryam am sorry" I repeated a thousand times now."Okay fine, so I was thinking of going out tonight with you....?" I said, trying to catch her attention, I watched her angry face turn into a blooming flower."Really?" she asked excitedly."Yes.... Like a park or something" I said to her."Yes!!! Yes!!!" she seems pretty excited, well guess this was a good or should I say, a better way to get a woman talking."Alright then" I said turning my back to face her, I was on my way out to get some coffee."Don't be late this time for breakfast, there won't be a second chance!! " she said aloud."Okay Maryam, I won't," I said, turning to look at her, I drew a cross at the left side of my chest."I cross my heart" I told her.Immediately I entered my silver grey Mercedes S600, and drove
"Maryam am sorry" I repeated a thousand times now."Okay fine, so I was thinking of going out tonight with you....?" I said, trying to catch her attention, I watched her angry face turn into a blooming flower."Really?" she asked excitedly."Yes.... Like a park or something" I said to her."Yes!!! Yes!!!" she seems pretty excited, well guess this was a good or should I say, a better way to get a woman talking."Alright then" I said turning my back to face her, I was on my way out to get some coffee."Don't be late this time for breakfast, there won't be a second chance!! " she said aloud."Okay Maryam, I won't," I said, turning to look at her, I drew a cross at the left side of my chest."I cross my heart" I told her.Immediately I entered my silver grey Mercedes S600, and drove
"16 missed calls" I read out."12 voice message?" I knew I was in trouble."8 mails" I let out a short laugh.Driving round town was a beauty to behold, all the smell of old trees and dusty grounds was quite amazing I must appreciate.Entering a house in this neighbourhood after dark was a job for the spook-brigade, or rookies as they used to be known. We call them spooks in honour of what they may become before being promoted to a safer positionI was indeed back home before dinner that was prepared two hours ago, I saw Maryam already dozed off on the dinner table, and I didn't want to wake her up, I quietly shut the door behind me.At first glance I wanted to take her to her room and lay her down on her bed but at second thought I didn't want to be questioned why I wasn't home early.I quickly tiptoed upstairs, trying not to make a noise, just
As the early morning birds sings,and I enjoy the melody, Maryam reached out toward the curtain and drew it aside in one strong motion. The light flooded in, bathing me in it's warm golds, revealing to me the colours it had brought to the world beyond my window pane, followed by the musty smell of old furniture."Gawd?"I said, really trying to avoid the smell."Good morning Mr Rolland"she said with a little bit of caution in her voice."How are you Maryam, it's too early to be up"I said, trying to make her leave me alone."No it's not, it's past twelve sir, you need to wake up" she said, I let out a loud groan, I was still laying down, trying to let my mind settle, then I managed to sit up.Maryam was busy picking up all my dirty clothes on the floor and making sure the room looked clean, she kept dusting the old chairs and trying to make them look alive."Wooof... Wooof!!!" She
"She had grown with me, forged a love that could not be matched, hmmmm.." I let out a soft chuckle."Whether to say who had aged better, she would never tell. On a day where the heat had reached its peak and the afternoon had nothing left to offer, she would lay her cheek against my cool, dark surface, follow the grooves with a finger and count the nicks with each memory of how they came to be." Saying that quite out loud"When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember
Approaching the low level gate, fancy wrought iron in a grey stone wall. The house is a simple country home, less desirable for being so far out of town. The front door, made of dark wood planks with black hinges spreading half way across, had that rustic appeal the rich city folk craved.Inside it would be renovated, no expense spared, the charm of the country with every modern convenience of a penthouse suite. Before pressing the intercom she let her fingers walk over the rough stone walls, stone lifted from the very dales she'd grown up in.Even in the warm spring sunshine there was a coolness to it. She let her eyes absorb the myriad of hues, all grey but made unique by their variance in minerals. She removed her hand and turned to press the button, but as her finger moved forward the door opened. Her professional smile was instant, her patter on autopilot.The thought of Nuella all just coming back to me and all
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