A Love Forgotten Mga Nobela at Kwento

He nodded and raised his hands. ‘Na bi dearmad, diochuimhnich, Chan eil gr'dh sam bith eile, forget, (forget, forget, don't know anything about love) Air falbh tha na smuaintean, am pian, an toileachas, am brón, (gone are the thoughts, the pain, the joy, the sorrow.) Chan eil tachartasan agud draoidheachd cumhachdach ann cuideachd,

"The child… didn't make it because of an accident. You're still weak, so don't think too much." His excuse was too flimsy, and his emotions were too composed. Anyone could tell he was hiding something. But when I pressed him further, he refused to say another word. What really happened? Why was Quinton hiding the truth from me? Ever since the fall from the cliff, my memories had always been in fragments and hazy. But I never thought much of it—after all, what I forgot must not have been important. But this time, it felt like a nail was lodged in my heart. It was urging me to recall my memories.

"We have quite a history together." She turned back to him; his eyes met hers. I could feel the confusion in him, as though he tried to remember something but just out of reach. Then it dawned on him. "I love you," he said his voice full of conviction. "I remember now. I love you, Tunisha." Her eyes were wary with triumph as I took Jethro's hand. "I love you too, Jethro," she said. "I've always loved you." I felt shocked and hurt, knowing at that moment how Jethro had forgotten he had ever loved me. He forgot about our love and remembered only his love for Tunisha.

I said, my voice soft, the memory of her stories about Rohan’s lost love surfacing like a bruise. Caroline’s eyes met mine, her gaze steady but pained. “I didn’t tell you everything,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “For the last five years, Rohan’s been hunting vampires, obsessed with finding the one who killed her. It’s consumed him, Anna. Every lead, every fight—he’s chasing a ghost.” My breath caught, my hands clenching the edge of the couch, the fabric rough under my fingers. The room seemed to tilt, the lamplight flickering as if mirroring my shock.

Another whisper as he inhaled my scent, “So sweet, like mint and honey.” “Fuck off. I am not and will never be your lover. I want nothing to do with you Vincent. You’re the same type of soulless, pathetic bad seed as your father and your “uncle”. You will pay for this, you delusional prick.” I hissed, drawing my head back as far as I could before ramming it forward into his. I was not going to take this lying down. I would fight. My head connected with his face and I heard bones crunching. Good. I hope I broke more than just his nose.

One look at her, and it all comes roaring back, and I know no matter what I do, how much I drink, or who I fuck to try and forget…I never will. How can I forget the one I am destined to be with? How can I forget the feeling of true love?

she whispered. Her heart wouldn’t slow down, she knew she still loves him deeply, and forgetting Cassain wouldn't be easy... "Loving is so easy, forgetting is hard"

He wanted to be the one doing everything for her, he wanted to be the only one close to her. "Okay... Thanks you, sir." She answered. "Alright, go to bed now... I love you... Good night." He said lazily and as he didn't hear her response, he knew that she was surprised to hear those words from him, then he took a deep breath and disconnected. Immediately he disconnected the call, he went to bed and slept happily. Hearing those words was like a stroke to her, so she kept silent and her phone slowly slipped off her hand. 'Has he forgotten that I'm just a poor girl struggling to survive? Huh... Please Mr Eduardo, don't put me into trouble.'

If not for her, none of this would've happened. Autumn forgot me and everything we'd shared. When she looked at me, there was nothing in her eyes. No love or warmth. 'Autumn, how could you forget me?' I became obsessed with making her remember and making her love me again, but no matter what I did, her eyes remained calm and indifferent. The memories I had buried came rushing back one after another. The more I remembered, the more I missed the woman who had loved me with her whole heart. By then, I finally understood. I had loved her all along. I had just been too blind to see it.

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.