A Mashup Of Memories Mga Nobela at Kwento

, and guests raising champagne to toast the newlyweds. Theodore didn't go inside. He simply stood beneath a sycamore tree, helplessly watching the person he loved most marry someone else. When the wedding march began to play, he suddenly recalled the time Calista had stolen a kiss from him all those years ago. She had stood on her tiptoes and lightly brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. Then, she blushed and ran away, leaving behind bright laughter. Now, that laughter belonged to another man's bride.

He announced and left the stage. "Thank you, dear husband," I said to him and then face the crowd. "Memories platform is a place for people with trauma, memories to come together and form new ones. The product is made for those who have low self-esteem about their skin, body, and appearance. Miss Anita, can you please come up with a sample of the product." I requested. Anita came to the stage with all her sweetness and handed over a bag containing the memories product to me. "Thank you, Anita," I said to her. She bows and left the stage.

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

“It is. You just… don’t remember everything. The Core isn’t some alien thing that happened to us, Adrian. It was us. It was you.” The room swayed. He gripped the railing of her bed, trying to steady himself. “I— I didn’t— I don’t remember—” Memory Integration: 75%. The voice — calm, electronic — seemed to echo from everywhere at once. The ceiling lights dimmed. Maya covered her ears. “It’s starting again.” “What is?” “The merge.” The golden hum returned, faint but unmistakable — that deep, resonant vibration that seemed to come from beneath the skin of reality itself.

The scientist stated, feeling exasperated. "How will them few memories help if she won't remember him?" The man at the head of the table asked as he narrowed his eyes. "She will be scared since she will have no memories at all. She will be confused because she will know how to walk and talk but she won't remember how she can walk and talk." The scientist started to explain. "So you want us to use that fear to bond with her." Someone else said. "Yes. It is important that you take your time to bond with her. Use the videos and pictures of the past to create the future that you want." The scientist stated as he turned his laptop towards everyone.

he began trying to calm their nerves. “Her brain was just trying to recall her memories, but her mind was rejecting” he explained but they both stared at him confused. “It's like a feedback mechanism, a negative response” explain further. “Why did it happen after so many years” Jacob asked still worried. “Something must have triggered it, she may have been seeing things that a similar to her memories” he replied. “Daria has no memory here” Jacob said, “we just moved to Romania last year, what could have triggered it” Adi inputted.

The doctor informed me. This was weird. It was seriously so weird. “Not only are my memories jumbled up, there are also memories which don't fit into my memories at all! I don't understand it!” I half yelled, half spoke. “What do you mean by that? Can you explain further, Miss Rhea?” “I mean… There's… There's a memory where a completely different person is in my memories.” I started. “A completely different person?” The doctor sounded confused.

It was as if her memories were being stirred, like the surface of a pond rippling in the wind. And then, suddenly, Maya was flooded with visions of the past. Memories she had never known she had. Memories that seemed to belong to someone else entirely. Maya's mind was reeling as the visions flooded her consciousness. She saw herself as a child, playing in a lush green meadow filled with wildflowers. She saw herself laughing and chasing after a little boy with bright blue eyes. She saw herself standing in front of a beautiful old mansion, feeling a sense of belonging and wonder.

It was a nothing day and nothing sticks out as memorable about it. “You have my memories, so how do I know you’re not just tapping into one of mine” I blurt out, a little stubborn indignation in the mix because I know he’s trying to get me to be a little less mad at him. It wouldn’t be hard for him to now look backwards and see me when he has all of mine in there to choose from. Colton smiles, shaking his head softly with a frown, lifts his fingers to my temple and gently presses, projecting his memory to me, among the many we share.

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...