A Walk To Remember Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 33 The heat of the sun was peeking out already when we decided to continue to walk wherever our feet would take us. I can’t remember the way to Del Mundo. It was as if all my memories of this place had just been erased like a bubble. “I guess you’re thinking of something so deep, Harris. Is there something’s bothering your mind? ” I didn’t realize that Dralia was by my side. Tonette walked ahead of us. “Nothing,” I shook my head, smiling at the same time.

Mysterious Woman “Marissa,” a man called. Hearing that name from an unfamiliar voice sparked something in my mind, but I ignored it. A memory tries to come forward in my mind, but I lost it. There is something on the edges of a memory, however, fog drifts slowly to cover that memory. When I try to mentally push the fog away, the fog becomes thicker. “Do you know her,” another voice said. It was a man’s voice. Right now, I’m speculating that the first voice and the second voice know each other. “I thought it was someone I knew,” the first voice said thoughtfully. He sounded a little defeated. The fact that my mind is trying to remember something when that voice drifted into my ears i

'Breathe in, Breathe out' I try to calm myself as I watch her leave. "Annalisa come back here!" Mrs. Lilian shouts after her but she ignores and walks off. "Don't worry, I'd go after her," I said with a small fake smile. XAVIER'S POV Sitting alone at the busy park in Buckhead and watching several kids play and run around, a lot of thoughts run through my mind and I'm forced to go back through memory lane. My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me.

Declan was now at a security office in a park, clutching a guard's phone and repeatedly dialing my number. The moment my phone buzzed with an incoming call, I answered, and his voice, no longer angry, came through faintly. "Did you switch our bodies? Hurry up and switch us back." I couldn't help but laugh, though I pretended to be confused. "Wait, has that been bothering you? But I thought you loved Camilla! Shouldn't you be thrilled about this?" I started singing, just to annoy him a little more. "Take you back to every memory, hold you close like it's meant to be, through the highs and all the lows, I'll never let you go…

Just undone. I walked to him. He looked up at me. “I only wanted to be remembered.” “You are,” I said. “But not like this.”

“I’m just waiting. For you to remember.” I turned already walking away. Not just because I didn’t want to hear more. But because the thought of remembering scared me

“But it won’t make the past go away.” I had to go for one stupid practice Willow talked me into. The hall echoed with laughter and conversations and soon, the practice started. It was a ‘walk down the aisle’ practice as Willow tagged it. The bridesmaids and groomsmen would walk down the aisle and then the bride and the groom would follow. Abbie and Ian had started theirs like runway models. Mickey dipped Chloe halfway through their walk, earning a roar of applause. Elizabeth flailed her arms in elegance, twirling with a grin that stretched ear to ear.

We named it the Well of Memory. People came to speak the names of those they missed. And left lighter. 4. A Walk Through the Gates For the first time in decades, I visited each of the original seven gates. Not to test. To thank. I walked Elarion’s frost barefoot and did not shiver. I sat by Valden’s ruins and laughed. I stood beneath the silver tree where I met Ashen and felt only peace. Each gate was quieter now. Still. But not forgotten. Never forgotten.

"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?"

The walk to the Iron Road was the strangest journey of their lives. They moved as a unit, their steps measured and synchronized, their faces blank slates. Inside, each of them was holding a silent, screaming concert of memory and feeling, but on the outside, they were grey. They were nothing.