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I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't care about me like I've never existed.

— Why did you come back? — I forgot my laptop, and I need to send some documents this weekend... — And there was no way to get a laptop there? — I had. Except that the documents are only saved in my personal notebook! — Mom, I told you not to do that! If you lose your notebook, or suddenly there is some problem with it, what then? — I never do that, but this time I forgot! — You forgot and ruined my moment because of your forgetfulness. — Why was the door closed, and did you take so long to open it?

It wasn’t amnesia all along; I know this fact; it was also the drugs that they gave me when I was captivated. I don't remember much about the times they injected me with drugs, but I know they didn't want me to die, but rather for me to forget everything forever, and it has something to do with our past in India. And it's certain that George and Alex will look into this personally. The way George fought with the men today, I'm sure the accumulation of guilt, loneliness, and sorrow made him the same ruthless man I met years ago. when I used to be "His Enthralled Desire."

But now, the drawer was empty, only a few papers and a pen left behind. My heart started pounding. It felt like someone was trying to erase my trail, as if everything I had written, every piece of evidence, was starting to disappear one by one. I hastily opened every drawer, hoping the book was just hidden somewhere. But the drawers were empty, only a few old unread letters inside. Anxiously, I turned around, searching for the book in every corner of the room. The person who had damaged my door had, in fact, taken the important notes and the book I had stored in the desk drawer. Why did I forget that one thing? Oh God...

I wasn’t. “May I have it back?” ‘You should give it back, you rude twat!’ Bane scolded me. I took the book up to my eyes and scanned the content. Save for a few words on the front, it was relatively empty. “Oh. It’s a journal,” I rolled my eyes. “And it’s empty,” she had an accusing look on her face…one that made me frown as I handed the book back to her. “What?” “You know, since you forgot things…you didn’t think keeping a daily log of things would help you remember when your memory goes ‘poof!’?”

His glare felt colder than any accusation, as though the sweet kiss he had given me the night before was nothing more than a cruel illusion. "How dare you hurt Cassidy! Even I have never dared to hurt her! "I must've spoiled you too much over the years. It seems you've forgotten your place!" I could hardly believe my ears. I stared at him, a sense of helplessness sinking deep into my chest as my voice trembled. "I've forgotten my place? Graham, I'm your wife! And you took my son away and gave him to her! What do you think of me, huh?" I asked, desperate for an answer.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

he said, snapping out of my thoughts, as his gaze slowly trailed right through me, “Your book?” A short gasp escaped my lips, from the realization,“Ohh right,” I said, as I bent down, My hands scurrying inside, only to find nothing but loose pens and old wrappers and then the realization hit me, a sudden shock to my brain. Are you kidding? Did I actually forget to bring a book with me? Ohh my goodness, now I seriously wish I could just get swallowed up by the earth or something, cause how the hell am I to tell him, I didn't bring a single note here.

“Why not?” “I … I can’t remember anything.” Her eyes fell to the ground. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, it’s just … she didn’t want to remember anything about it. Her dark past had been haunting her, chasing her wherever she went. She was scared. Her fear would consume her and bring back all the trauma. Her entire life she had avoided recalling every bit of memory from her parents. And she’s fine with little or nothing to remember at all. “Wait.” Estevan opened his backpack and, later on, pulled out a notepad. “I’ve read a book before—back in my country and took some notes out of it. Here,” he said, pointing at a page. “It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.”

I threw on a coat, stepped out into the cool mountain air, and headed toward the pack’s library. The library was dark and silent, its massive shelves casting long shadows across the stone floor. I grabbed a lantern from a nearby table, its soft glow illuminating the spines of countless dusty books. “Where do I even start?” I muttered to myself. “Look for records of memory spells,” Nora suggested, her voice cautious. I scanned the shelves, running my fingers over faded titles until one caught my eye: Binding and Breaking: The Mysteries of Memory Magic. I pulled the book down and flipped through its pages, the words blurring together in my rush to find something—anything—that might explain the hollow feeling in my chest.

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing potion and downed it. The liquid was bitter, but she savored it like the sweetest nectar.

"Hannie, don't forget to feed Evie's dog today." Trevor Hayes' voice came through the phone—the voice I would never forget. I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was seeing. Outside the window, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" played faintly, as if the holidays refused to end. I rushed to the mirror. My skin was smooth again, and the scar was completely gone. Then, it hit me. I, Hannah Shaw, had come back to life.

Although I survived, the doctors said my brain had suffered severe trauma, causing memory issues. One moment, I might remember something; the next, it would be gone. So, I developed the habit of keeping a diary. I flipped through the entries, realizing that almost all of them were about Caleb. Of course they were. I liked him and pursued him for seven years. I was terrified that I might forget him. So I wrote about him again and again, as if I could carve those feelings into my mind. But now, I had finally realized that I'd been a fool for these past seven years.

And I didn’t remember why we were in the library. Until Mia said, “We just saw the book.” And I said, “What book?” Damian’s POV – After We reviewed our journals. Only Mia remembered the book. Only Nyx remembered touching it. The rest of us had blank entries. Even I, who never left her side, had nothing logged for that hour. “I think the book doesn’t want to be known,” the Fifth said. “I think it exists only long enough to remind us of something we chose to forget.”

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Like the room itself didn’t want me getting closer. The notebook sat perfectly still beneath the dim light. Waiting. I reached for it slowly. My hands trembled badly now. When I touched the cover— Another flash hit me. My own handwriting. Fast. Panicked. Writing over and over across paper: DON’T TRUST THE MEMORIES. DON’T GO BACK. IF YOU FORGET AGAIN— RUN. The vision vanished instantly. I jerked backward sharply. The notebook slipped from my hands and hit the floor. Pages spilled open. And there—

What if I didn't remember and he tricked me into being with him without the promise I needed? The last memory hit me of that night. I was distracted with the realization that soon I wouldn't remember using this book. How much would it take away from this moment? Would I still have the memory of me telling him I would only be with him if he made an unbreakable promise? Would everything be okay? That thought was cut off instantaneously as I snapped my head towards the book. "What. This." I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. More memories were being forced out of my mind. "I said only the day of our engagement." I rushed out to remind the book like it could understand that I didn't ask for any more memories to be taken away.

"Yes. And the funny part was that I did not even know." I looked up at him. "I forgot everything," he continued. "Everything about you, about us, about what we had. It was just gone. And this book sat in a box in my apartment for years and I never thought to look at it because I did not remember that it mattered." I wanted to call him a liar. Wanted to throw the book at his face and tell him that whatever story he was trying to sell, I was not buying it. But I could not speak. Could not do anything except sit there with my diary in my lap and my throat tight and my eyes burning.

As she followed him out into the night, Camila realized two things: One: she'd just agreed to live in her mysterious, grumpy boss's property. Two: the man who claimed not to remember her had a photo of her on his phone. And she was going to find out why. Why she also can’t remember properly how or where she took that photo. But that person is definitely her.

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