A Mashup Of Memories Novels & Stories

I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. What if I am indeed from Rema? Dissociative amnesia. I suffer from dissociative amnesia, so I can't recall my childhood memories. I didn't expect everything to be that complicated. I only want to find Shena, but right now... I'm at a loss on what to do initially.

He couldn't comprehend how our four-year relationship had just ended. Earlier on the phone, Lula had been surprised by my parting words. "Did... Harper misunderstand something? Does she think I knew about her allergy and her fear of heights, yet I still ordered peach crepe cake and made the rooftop reservation? "I swear I don't remember any of that! You know how awful my memory is. I often forget what I ate yesterday. How could I possibly remember those details?" But Todd wasn't listening to her. His mind was racing, desperately trying to claw back through his memories.

October 23, 2019 Baguio City, Philippines Oblivious, Thera brought her right hand across her left chest. She was almost there. There were still a lot of memories that were trying to break free from her mind but it felt like her brain will explode if she would force herself to remember.

But as the days went by, those fragments grew more vivid, intertwining with his waking hours and haunting his dreams. One evening, as he sat alone in the altar for the demon sacrifice, a floodgate of memories burst open, drowning him in a sea of confusion and fear. He saw himself and Mia walking hand in hand through a sunlit park, laughter echoing around them. But then, the scene morphed into something else entirely. Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror.

She says. “You’re beautiful.” I say as I brush her wind blown hair out of her face. I place a finger under her chin. “ I’m going to kiss you now.” I don’t wait for an answer, I just lean down and brush my lips against hers. From the moment our mouths connect, sparks fly. All of the pent up tension from earlier this morning picked that moment to read its head. It was back and I mean back with a vengeance. I end the kiss with more abruptly than intended. “Te hinaaro nei au ia ino roa oe.” I say in my native tongue. She has me so mixed up that I can’t remember to speak English. “I’m so sorry Addyson. I can’t control myself when I’m with you. You have me so twisted up mentally. I want you so bad

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”

Making memories is important to others. ___________________________ Now, today is Haru's birthday, and this is what Carmen, Tyler, and Nicole really don't want because they know in themselves that they will only have a few hours or days to hide what they know from everyone. Tyler looked around and here he saw the laughing Nikki and their colleagues in the hospice, his gaze turned to Arche's father and Katelyn's current wife, who was grilled, then his gaze turned to Katelyn and Callista, that the mother and daughter were playing happily, and last, he turned his gaze back to Nicole and Jasper were watching sadly looking at Arche and Haru, who were laughing happily.

"Didn't I say we haven't confirmed it yet? Their memories were covered up, and then they were given new memories. In the new memories, they are Michelle's parents. I don't dare to act recklessly, so I'm still investigating." "Memory cover-up? Why not ask Elijah to help them recover their memories?" "Is it that easy? Elijah isn't sure, either. He said it could cause mental confusion or split personality disorder, and a couple of hypnosis sessions won't work. It'll take at least half a year." Sophia frowned, "Could it be the work of the Netherworld Pavilion again?"

Beyond the glass, the world outside shimmered faintly as if not entirely stable. “Harris,” she said quietly, “if that world was collapsing, what happens to… them? The other versions of me?” He hesitated. “They’re echoes copies of your consciousness. When the system deconstructs, they’ll… merge with you. Or fade.” “Merge?” she whispered. “You mean” He nodded. “You’ll remember their memories. Their pain. Their choices. Every version of yourself that ever tried to save him.” A chill crawled through her spine. “Then I’ll remember every failure.”

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"