A Walk To Remember Summary の小説・ストーリー

STEPPING AWAY "I'll return to the party," I tell him as I step away from him. It's hard for me to do it, but he's leaving me no choice. He doesn't want me here. “It's clear that you don't want me here. I won't stay where I'm not wanted. All I wanted to do was to help you as you helped me. I wanted to hear your story; you remember everything from your past while I remember nothing. I don't know who my children's father is, and I don't know my name. I don't know my family. I don't know anything. I don't know if people are looking for me, and I don't know if someone did this to me or if losing my memory was an accident. I don't know why I'm telling you this; you don't want to hear it. I'm just

I looked around and saw mom walking up to me. "Water". I said groggily. She gave me water with a straw. I drank all in one breath. My mouth was so dry. "Are you okay honey". Mom asked sadly. I nodded "Why am I here. What happened to me". I asked. She looked at me. "You don't remember anything". She asked. I shook my head looking at her. "What do you remember". She asked. "I remember that I felt dizzy and everything went black". I said. She nodded. That the door bursted open revealing Amy, Giann, Dad and a doctor.

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,

As I walked away, my heart pounded with a mix of anger and confusion. The weight of my confrontation with Skye settled heavy in my chest. I didn’t look back; I couldn’t afford to. The memory of his eyes, cold and piercing, lingered in my mind. How had we ended up here, tangled in this bizarre dance of denial and frustration?

"We're not sending her anywhere," As two figures entered, panic set in, and I frantically sought a hiding spot. Yet, to my surprise, there was no need, as they both walked right past me, seemingly oblivious to my presence, as if I were a mere ghost. It took a few moments to realize what was happening. How could I have forgotten that this was my trip down memory lane?

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…

Her tears fell hot against my hand. Somewhere beneath the pain, I heard her. My Claire was crying. Instinctively, I tried to lift my hand and wipe her tears away. That single moment of weakness was enough. The memory I had buried for ten years burst onto the screen. The crowd gasped. Claire turned sharply. On the screen, rain lashed through the woods.

“Doesn’t she die in the end?” “What a way to spoil it.” I grumbled. He shot me a disbelieving look. “You’ve already watched it.” “Don’t give me drama for watching my favourite movie again. I’ll pick it up again in a heartbeat. But have you watched it?” “I know what happened. People won’t shut up about it.” “Shh...” I nudged his leg with my foot. “The movie is starting.” I loved A WALK TO REMEMBER, but I snuck peeks at Croix throughout the film, hoping to get some reaction from him.

Now that he's gone, isn't that exactly what you wanted? Jenny found herself wondering what I really meant to her. She had never been able to figure it out, and the confusion had always left her uneasy. But now that I was gone, she finally understood that the person she truly cared about had been me all along. I had risked my life to pull her out of the fire. I had taken care of her in thoughtful ways. I could even sense her frustration and unspoken thoughts. Somewhere along the way, she had slowly forgotten about Ian Wembley during the time we spent together.