Novel & Cerita A Love Forgotten

I pulled away to face him again and cupped his face gently as tears continued falling. "I-I can remember you now... I can remember everything..." I sobbed painfully as I caressed his cheek. His lips parted. "W-What?" He whispered in shock. His eyes brimmed with tears until they fell like a falls. "Oh, god!" He hugged me tightly as he kissed my head. I felt him shaking miserably. My heart hurt at everything. I can finally remember him now. I remember how I fell in love with him. I remember the hardships we have been through together. I remember now... I am finally free...

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

I ask with venom lased in my voice. “You love.” “Hell no! We’ve already been through this, I don’t and I never will belong to anyone!” “Oh yes you do! And that person is me love.” He says with a little bit of an edge to his voice. I look him in the eyes and say, “Only in your dreams.” and walk away.

Cause the truth was that, if he ever remembered everything, he wont only be remembering that I have a son that I am hiding from him, he would also remember that we once had the most beautiful love story known to man. He would remember how we danced by the fire, made love in the bathroom, how we kissed under the sunset, cooked while it rained, watched other people's love story dead into the night. The truth was that he was going to remember every single thing and to me, that did not seem like the worse thing to happen.

Silver chain necklace with a small locket. I reached down and touched it with my nose, the scent hit me like a physical blow. It was Auren's scent, mixed with blood and the unbearable reminder of what she had endured. My wolf let out a deep growl that vibrated through my entire body. I shifted back to human form, my hands trembled as I picked up the locket. My thumb pressed the latch, It clicked open. “Forever Starts Now”. The words stared back at me. "Auren!!…”

At some point in the long middle -- she had lost precise track of hours, which was unusual for her, but she had decided to allow it -- she said, without any particular occasion: Do you know what was in the notebook's fourth section? He looked at her. No. She had kept it for sixty days. She had said it once, to a train window, in the dark. She had not said it to him. The word was mate, she said. I read it on day forty-four. I did not say it aloud for sixty days after that.

But the pain of his initial rejection had acted like a slow poison, killing the fragile, hopeful girl she used to be. "You are a stranger, Julian," she whispered. "The Julian I loved wouldn't have signed those severance papers. The Julian I loved wouldn't have let Cynthia humiliate me for weeks while he watched from the dais. You killed that version of yourself the day you decided a human mate wasn't worth the political trouble." Julian’s face drained of color, his hands dropping to the floor. The truth of her words was a physical weight, crushing him into the dirt. Before he could respond, a sharp, rhythmic knock sounded at the double doors.

This time, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories to flow, embracing the fragments of his past with an open heart. The path to rediscovering his lost love.

"Ava, I love you. And whether or not your memories return, that love will endure. We can start anew, build new memories together." His words struck a chord deep within me, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness of my amnesia. I realized that love wasn't solely about the past—it was about the present and the future we could create together. I may not remember the moments we shared, but I could feel the warmth in his touch, the sincerity in his voice, and the unwavering support he offered.

When we get married. "We're not getting married," I interrupted, enunciating each word with cold clarity. "Lost is lost. Forgotten is forgotten. Or maybe you didn't forget at all. "You just decided those things didn't need to be remembered. You managed to remember everything about Lula, your coworkers, and your friends. But nothing about me." "Harper..." "Love runs out. I don't love you anymore." He stood frozen in place. His right hand slowly trembled open, and a ring slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the pavement.