Novel & Cerita A Far-off Memory Is Like A Scattered Dream

Freedom "I am now chasing my happiness and I hope you'll chase yours too. Sorry for all the troubles that I made but I hope we can meet in the future when we finally achieved our dreams." I smiled again as I remembered the message that my fiancé sent me. Oh! It's now ex-fiancé since the engagement was off. Though, I didn't expect him to be this nice. How unfortunate I didn't see his face and know his name.

All the events of today: my father getting his memories erased, by bump into Blake, finding out my grandmother might hide the truth about my mother's death, and then get sorted into the air house—got my mind spinning in circles. I close my eyes again, determined to fall back asleep, and almost immediately, I'm pulled back into dreamland. This dream is calmer and less chaotic—I'm sitting on top of my bed with the moonlight coming in through an open window. The scene is beautiful, but something is odd. I have the vision of everything happening around me, but my emotions aren't my own; it's like I'm sharing them with someone else. Is this a vision of the future? Something rustles, and I turn ar

Her memories of Elias were slipping away. It wasn’t like losing something tangible, not like forgetting a face or a name. It was like the edges of a dream dissolving upon waking, something that had once been vivid and real now fading into the background. The details of their love—the way his voice had softened when he spoke her name, the warmth of his touch, the quiet intensity in his gaze—were unraveling, piece by piece, until they were nothing more than whispers.

On the connection. On the threads. On the pull that had been growing stronger with every passing second. “Show me,” I whispered. I didn’t know who I was talking to. The source. The system. Whatever part of this I was tied to now. But something responded. The threads shifted. Aligned. And suddenly— I could see it. Not clearly. Not like a memory. But like a distant image pressed against the inside of my mind. A place. Dark. Broken. Worse than Oakhaven had been.

It is said that a lady of memory dwells here and cast a curse on everyone who enters her territory- making them never to be seen again. Everyone knew this place but only few can climb on top. I was one of the lucky few who can reach this hill’s peak without getting lost in the way. I remember climbing here for the first time with Cairo. He always believe that the lady of memories really dwell in this hill, he even said that those who can reach the top will never forget their love. I was stupid to believe that. Look at him now! He doesn’t even remember a single thing about me unless it is time for fucking my life. He’s good at it and I can’t just believe that I fell for it again and again.

“Yvonne, you’ve forgiven me, haven’t you? You can't bear to see me suffer. You can't bear to see me hurt, right? Yvonne, you still love me, don’t you? I won’t let you get hurt again, Yvonne…” He rambled as he held her tighter and tighter, afraid she might disappear. If only everything before had been just a dream. Once the dream was over, everything would be as it had been, and the person he loved most would still be by his side. However, no matter how tightly he held on, the person in his arms slowly faded away. It really was nothing but an empty dream. Justin trembled as he opened his eyes. Tears streamed down his face. His assistant stepped forward when he saw that he was awake. “Mr. Quin

It was too late for them to fix what they broke. “I went out to watch the sunset because being In here is suffocating and instead of treating me with love when I come In you let someone throw me on the ground and than you hurt me with your words.” I stated as I took another step back. “You hurt me and you wonder why I have no memories. Who would want to remember this horrible life?” I asked as I shook my head. “Who would want to live this life?” I yelled to nobody as I pointed to everything in the room as I laughed at the irony as I took a step back.

It was a memory reborn. As I strolled amidst the blossoms, a fragment of recollection surfaced within me, like a puzzle piece finding its place. This garden—it was the same one that had graced my dreams before. The memory came rushing back, as vivid as ever, of a time when I had glimpsed a vision of my mother in this very place.

Like something far away was tugging gently at the edge of my thoughts. I walked slowly to the window and pushed the curtain aside. The world outside looked exactly as it always had. Trees swaying softly. Clouds drifting across a pale sky. Nothing about it hinted at towering mountains or rogue cities hidden in distant valleys. Still… The memory refused to fade. I could almost smell the cold mountain air again. Almost hear the whisper brushing across my mind. My fingers curled against the window frame. “Why me?” I whispered softly. No answer came. Only silence.

As I succumbed to the embrace of dreams, my mind drifted through memories and fantasies, each a tapestry woven with threads of forgotten hope and impossible desires. Moments flickered past in sudden clarity, blurring the edges of my reality. I drifted through the corridors of memory, where Rykor's smile warmed even the coldest corners of my heart. Despite it all, in those moments, there was contentment. But just as quickly, the darkness nudged its way in, whispering reminders of the path I walked—a path that only ended in death and pain.